A few weekends ago I found myself in Austin, homeless.
My friend Jo and I came down for the weekend from college.
We were supposed to stay with my neighbor, Amanda, who invited us down two weeks previously. However, she decided to go out of town, after she already knew we were in Austin and let us know at 6PM that night, that we could no longer stay with her.
Amanda’s a bitch.
My friend, Jo and I started to panic, but after sending out positive vibes into the universe, I began calling everyone I knew from my high school, that I could remember, that went to UT.
Finally after making about 6 hopeless calls, my old friend from sophomore year, Drew, answered. Drew took me to homecoming as a sophomore. He then tried to make out with me and I got so nervous that I stopped him, and never talked to him again. Thankfully, 4 years later, Drew was over my rejection of him and he allowed us to stay with him for the night.
Turns out, Drew lived right over the capitol building, in a corner apartment. It was fucking unbelievable. That night we went with Drew to a frat party, got hammered, got high, got kicked out, and then… got it on.
I forgot to mention, Drew is half black…. His dick went past his belly button. And because of this, we used an entire bottle of lube. The condom, which was the biggest kind they make, didn’t even fit. We settled for pulling out…. well we tried anyways… he still bought me plan B the next day.
I never understood the expression, ‘once you go black, you never go back’, until now. It was incredible. Sex with drew, was more animalistic than anything I have ever experienced before. I have decided that everyone must hump at least one black guy once in their lives, so that they can experience it for themselves.
Although Drew was only half black. He was, what I like to call, “raised white”. He didn’t fit any of the stereotypical black cliches. However, in the bedroom, he became a full black man. Not anything like his undercover white alter ego he goes by during the day.
Earlier that day in Austin, Jo and I met a man that would change our lives.
We started off the day with lunch at mellow mushroom and shopping on a strip called guadalupe. We were day drinking and then Jo bought herself her first pipe. We started making our way down to see the capitol when we say a really fancy hotel. We’re both blonde and young and dressed pretty nicely, so we decided to go in, use the restroom, and smoke a bowl out of her new pipe. The little rush of rebellion we got made me feel like I was a kid again.
The rest of the walk took a lot longer than it should because we were crossfaded. Finally, we found ourselves at the capitol building. We took lots of pictures, but couldn’t go inside because they were checking bags and using metal detectors, and we had a couple grams on us. However, as we walked around towards the back of the building, I saw a window on the first floor was open. I had lots of liquid courage at this point, so I decided to climb up the side of the capitol, stick my head through the window and yell, “hello?!” Somebody answered from a nearby room, “yes?” The paranoia from the weed kicked in and I jumped down, almost blowing out my ankle, and ran down the hill laughing with Jo.
Suddenly, we saw these huge rolling hills. And under one of the trees, was a young guy meditating. He had a big backpack with him. Once again our liquid courage kicked in, and we decided to run over and sit down on either side of him and meditate as well. If he was a weirdo, our plan was simply, to run away.
As we sat down, he opened his eyes, looked at both of us, and said, “I asked for you two yesterday.” His name was kennet.
He then began to explain his lifestyle to us. He was from Oregon and worked year round, except for 1 1/2 months out of every year, he takes time off and flies to different cities to meditate… all. day. long.
He doesn’t believe in the form of meditation where you try to clear your mind, he believes in a kind that you let your mind wander as far as you want it to go and let your brain work out internal things that you have subconsciously been suppressing.
He also believes in sending out positive vibes into the universe and asking for things. Yesterday, he asked for two girls and a cold beer.
And there we were. Hence the comment, “I asked for you two yesterday.” “Now all I’m waiting for is a cold beer”, he said.
After about an hour, a guy with a guitar case walked by. We called him over and asked him to play for us. He came over and played. Kennet pulled out his harmonica and played along with him. After the music session, the man with the guitar offered to buy us all some cold beers.
And so started my belief in sending positive vibes and energy out into the universe.
My favorite number is 13. I was born on the 13th and the number always seems to come up in my life. all. the. time.
Later that night, when my neighbor was flaky and said we couldn’t stay with her anymore, instead of panicking, we applied our new positive energy practice and both asked out loud for the universe to find us a place to stay. As I said before Drew allowed us to stay with him.
His apartment? On the 13th floor.
The days that followed were the funnest days of my life.
Try sending some positive vibes out into the universe sometime, it may surprise you.
Can guys and girls really ever be friends? This is the lifelong question that will forever be debated and always go unanswered.
I used to think the answer was yes, until one of my guy friends informed me after a party, (granted he was drunk) that he could no longer hangout with me because while we were hanging out all he wanted to be doing was have sex with me.
I responded by saying, “so, you’re going to throw away our entire friendship because you cant have sex with me?”
His answer was basically yes.
Later he wrote me a letter telling me he was sorry and bought me one of my favorite candles I had been wanting for a long time (I have a fetish for candles) and I, of coarse, forgave him.
However, now that his “feelings” for me are out in the air, can our friendship really ever be the same? Knowing that every time I tell him to turn around so I can change out of my shirt, he is desiring to be the one thats taking it off.
And if our friendship can go back to being what it was before, I can’t help but wonder: can guys and girls ever truly be friends without there being a certain amount of sexual desire going on in the background of someones mind?
And if there always is, how is it possible that one person could feel it so strongly and the other has no feelings at all?
How could our vibes towards each other have been so misread? I made it clear to just treat him as a friend. I called him dude. Popped zits in front of him. wore no makeup around him. burped in front of him.
I love him to death and I love spending time with him. But the idea of having him inside of me seems just about as disgusting as that phrase sounds.
I”ve become such good friends with this person that any kind of sexual contact with him would be like having sex with a brother. How could he not feel the same way about this?
maybe its because he is a virgin….
now we’ve opened up a whole ‘nother can of worms.