whats up from Michigan Hi my name's David and I love right be Detroit, I've been raving lately and love finding new techno places and cool bars. I enjoy smoking, drinking, and I love magic mushrooms. I'm still learning some new things and living life day by day. Just wanted to say hi.
Hello. I am new. Hello. No need to be startled or alarmed. It’s just me. Let’s just continue what we were doing. I'm not here to stir things up or attract attention. I'm here to be a positive contributor to the community, provide my thoughts, gain understanding and interact.
I'm from Orange County, CA., 34 years old, male.
Greetings from Detroit! Suggestions for a vibe for the wife? Hello,
New guy here, looking to chat about toys for the wife.
We tried a few different vibrators, most of which were just too hard, too powerful, or just overall made her uncomfortable right off the get. Her being very sensitive the search did take awhile but we finally found something that works for her. It's the California Exotics Silver Bullet. She really likes the clit stimulation better than one being inserted, which actually worked out nice for couples play!
So with that being said, I'm now in search of a toy that offers the same variable speed (she prefers lower speeds and slowly build up) and one that is specifically for clit stimulation. We'd like to find one that she could comfortably hold to pleasure herself while I watch. Problem with the bullet is her hand goes numb from the vibrations and she doesn't like to hold it, she's a bit timid to begin with but I'm really hoping to find something comfortable for her to hold on to and pleasure herself which would be a huge turn on.
So is there something available like that? Only thing I come up with in a search is the Magic Wand and from what I've read the vibrations are very intense, and as I'd mentioned she doesn't like strong vibrations, she's pretty sensitive. Also not opposed to an internal vibrator as long as it is a very comfortable soft material and small and would still work well for clitoral stimulation.
So far we're considering the Lelo Gigi, We Vibe Tango, and the We Vibe Touch. We honestly have no clue whether or not these will vibrate her hand off though so we'd like some suggestions.
Thanks in advance.
Hey guys. Anny sheffield people here? yeah....
Hey there,
Im Tom a german branding / packaging Designer and moved couple months ago to sheffield.
Im must say the UK is amazing! unfortunately i find it hard to find some cool people to hang around.
Normally i start hanging around with my new workmates, this time however i find them real boring...
Hope to find here some part animals :D :bumwobble:
Cheers
Tom
Hello all! Hello everyone.
Just wanted to introduce myself, I am new here. Not much to say atm, love games, small parties, chatting etc.
Will add some chat info soon.
See ya, and feel free to msg if you wanna talk!
L0ll1p0p
Looking for someone to sniff some coke and go to EGG (London) with Hi everyone,
I'm new to London, recently moved here from Berlin. I'm a 26 y.o. professional and I really miss the Berlin techno scene. Heard EGG is worth checking. Looking for someone to go there with and do some coke together.
Love minimal techno.
Cheers,
V.
Slight Introduction To My Addiction Conflictions I Hope Whatever Magical Force Brought You Here I Hope It Helps You Read My Full Introduction, I Hope
There is too much to say about myself that may or may not fit into this introduction I am giving you, but make something too long then most people will just skim or not read it at all. So to start off my real name is Brett and "Brethus" ((Breath - Us )) came about when a few high, drunk friends blurted it out and it just stuck for years after.
Now, anyway I have another account, Brethus, on Shroomery but have discontinued it because I wasn't online for awhile so I figured it'd be best if I started fresh and cleaned my slate.
So anyways, as a psychedelic aficionado and hallucinogenic enthusiast, I have come to an absolute conclusion that without the influence of psychedelics I would not be who I am today. No other influence has made me feel they way hallucinogens do, and no other substance has altered my mind to a state of enlightenment and self realization. Psilocybin has made me realize that there is a deeper meaning to life than eat, work, sleep, repeat, but to also enjoy yourself and do what makes you happy. At one point in my life during the Summer when I was 16, I went on an acid binge which I denied accusations of addictions and dependency but deep down I knew I was in love and wanted to take it anytime I could. From about May 20th to September 10th each two to three days I would take either between 2 and 4 hits of acid to enjoy everyday I could.
In hind-sight I believe that binge is responsible for a self-diagnosed case of HPPD which didn't halt my LSD use.
I can now say I was addicted to the high, but really I just wanted to trip so I could think of the present and not the past experiences that were bringing me into a depression. My depression began when my grandfather; my teacher, my father-figure, my idol, passed away from cancer from smoking for most of his adult life. At that time I never lost someone so near and dear to me that shifted my mind like his death did until recently when my grandmother passed away from heart problems.
With my mind being emotionally torn with the passing of my grandfather, I started to lash out and stop caring about school and the whole 9 yards. I didn't bully kids or tear up the town, but at 16 I started smoking weed very heavily at my grandmother's house when I lived with her which caused major problems.
I started throwing parties and taking advantage of my grandmother's hearing problem by having friend's over when she fell asleep. We would drink and smoke inside the house while we were all under-age and not giving a shit about the law. All while bringing paraphernalia and eventually shrooms into the house. As time passed my father became aware of my habits and started breaking all my pieces and taking my things away when I didn't hide them well enough. This happened more and more for a year or so until I was kicked out for stealing money from my grandmother and using her car when I didn't have a license.
Although I acted as a stupid kid looking to get high my intention was not to use my grandmother but rather be safe under her roof and never go out and get caught by the police, which I never have. Unfortunately, my father saw it as me turning his mother's house into a trap house and not acting responsible.
But every single day I lived there I helped her get by with daily activities due to complications with muscular distrophy and heart problems. I loved her but in the end when she passed away from heart problems, I fell back into another drug binge.
I rented out her house from my father when she passed away and lived there with four friends. Me and my best friend had minimum wage jobs while one was our weed dealer and the other was just a lazy friend mooching from the house and weed. I smoked weed to be happy and only think of the fun times I was having but when LSD and Ecstasy came into the mix, my depression got even worse due to the crashing on LSD and X made me think about how horrible I was towards my grandmother. I disappointed her until death and I never got to say sorry, goodbye, or I love you because my old boss made me work the day she died when I specifically asked off for that day.
As of now I reside with my friend and his fiance still in depression over the things I've done, but as the days go by I can't seem to reason with myself on why I was such a bastard or why I never realized how important my decisions were. I've written a total of 3 suicide notes but never had the guts to end it all, which I am happy for. But the thought is always in my mind that all this shit in my head always comes crashing down on me at times, even during sobriety.
All I know is that I'm pushing to live for the sake of my family still left alive. One time a day or multiple times I will try to be posting to my journal on here, to tell more of my story. If you read all this there is so much more to my story than what I could tell for the community.
intruduction hi every one ,am here to have fun and to intruduce the most special chemical and about money. any one who have any problem with money contact me
An Introduction Explanation Of My Addictions – Hi! I’m Brethus!
I Hope Whatever Magical Force Brought You Here I Hope It Helps You Read My Full Introduction, I Hope
There is too much to say about myself that may or may not fit into this introduction I am giving you, but make something too long then most people will just skim or not read it at all. So to start off my real name is Brett and "Brethus" ((Breath - Us )) came about when a few high, drunk friends blurted it out and it just stuck for years after.
Now, anyway I have another account, Brethus, on Shroomery but have discontinued it because I wasn't online for awhile so I figured it'd be best if I started fresh and cleaned my slate.
So anyways, as a psychedelic aficionado and hallucinogenic enthusiast, I have come to an absolute conclusion that without the influence of psychedelics I would not be who I am today. No other influence has made me feel they way hallucinogens do, and no other substance has altered my mind to a state of enlightenment and self realization. Psilocybin has made me realize that there is a deeper meaning to life than eat, work, sleep, repeat, but to also enjoy yourself and do what makes you happy. At one point in my life during the Summer when I was 16, I went on an acid binge which I denied accusations of addictions and dependency but deep down I knew I was in love and wanted to take it anytime I could. From about May 20th to September 10th each two to three days I would take either between 2 and 4 hits of acid to enjoy everyday I could.
In hind-sight I believe that binge is responsible for a self-diagnosed case of HPPD which didn't halt my LSD use.
I can now say I was addicted to the high, but really I just wanted to trip so I could think of the present and not the past experiences that were bringing me into a depression. My depression began when my grandfather; my teacher, my father-figure, my idol, passed away from cancer from smoking for most of his adult life. At that time I never lost someone so near and dear to me that shifted my mind like his death did until recently when my grandmother passed away from heart problems.
With my mind being emotionally torn with the passing of my grandfather, I started to lash out and stop caring about school and the whole 9 yards. I didn't bully kids or tear up the town, but at 16 I started smoking weed very heavily at my grandmother's house when I lived with her which caused major problems.
I started throwing parties and taking advantage of my grandmother's hearing problem by having friend's over when she fell asleep. We would drink and smoke inside the house while we were all under-age and not giving a shit about the law. All while bringing paraphernalia and eventually shrooms into the house. As time passed my father became aware of my habits and started breaking all my pieces and taking my things away when I didn't hide them well enough. This happened more and more for a year or so until I was kicked out for stealing money from my grandmother and using her car when I didn't have a license.
Although I acted as a stupid kid looking to get high my intention was not to use my grandmother but rather be safe under her roof and never go out and get caught by the police, which I never have. Unfortunately, my father saw it as me turning his mother's house into a trap house and not acting responsible.
But every single day I lived there I helped her get by with daily activities due to complications with muscular distrophy and heart problems. I loved her but in the end when she passed away from heart problems, I fell back into another drug binge.
I rented out her house from my father when she passed away and lived there with four friends. Me and my best friend had minimum wage jobs while one was our weed dealer and the other was just a lazy friend mooching from the house and weed. I smoked weed to be happy and only think of the fun times I was having but when LSD and Ecstasy came into the mix, my depression got even worse due to the crashing on LSD and X made me think about how horrible I was towards my grandmother. I disappointed her until death and I never got to say sorry, goodbye, or I love you because my old boss made me work the day she died when I specifically asked off for that day.
As of now I reside with my friend and his fiance still in depression over the things I've done, but as the days go by I can't seem to reason with myself on why I was such a bastard or why I never realized how important my decisions were. I've written a total of 3 suicide notes but never had the guts to end it all, which I am happy for. But the thought is always in my mind that all this shit in my head always comes crashing down on me at times, even during sobriety.
All I know is that I'm pushing to live for the sake of my family still left alive. One time a day or multiple times I will try to be posting to my journal on here, to tell more of my story. If you read all this there is so much more to my story than what I could tell for the community.
Introduction: Any like minded Vancouver peeps around? Hey All,
I'm new to the site and wanted to drop in and say Hi. I live in Vancouver so let me know if you're in or near the area. Looking forward to checking out the site.
M.
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