Sex, Drugs And Emotional Intimacy?

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One man claims hallucinogens brought him closer to love.

Journalist Jesse Kornbluth recently penned a rather sappy love letter to hallucinogens on the blog The Good Men Project. In it, Kornbluth thanks marijuana, LSD, peyote, and mescaline for stamping out his early 20s horniness just enough so he could actually focus on the women in bed next to him. Sex is Good for You! Ten Passion Truths

Korblath begins the essay (very boldly) by writing: "Everything I know about being a man I learned from women, and especially when we were stoned and in bed, fucking and/or talking."

Kornbluth's tale is actually pretty normal. A self-described "short, intense, Jewish and not very interested in outdoor sports" type of a guy, who kicks ass in school, goes to Harvard and finds his witticisms and vast knowledge of anti-Vietnam War sentiments score him girls. Oh, and he always knew where the good stuff was, too. That helps. Short Man in Love

But like most college guys, his "needs were too urgent, too desperate" for any kind of emotional intimacy. Until he met peyote, LSD and mescaline, that is.
 
During these trips, Kornbluth (although admitting he "can’t remember" much of what happened) says he broke down the barriers of his emotionally stunted mind and began to view the pretty young things next to him as "hopeful" "damaged" and just as "scared as I was."

While one could argue that vodka does the same thing in bars across the country, Kornbluth will counter that after dropping acid you can't have sex and "collapse like a drunk into heavy sleep." No. You have to talk.

He outlines one night in 1969 when he visits one of his casual dalliances (a long-legged girl named Janet), and the two eat some mescaline.

I’d never been more present, more responsive, more in synch with every move and emotion. Everything that happened seemed predestined and yet utterly surprising. And the biggest surprise was the love I felt.

While we're touched that Kornbluth hit some sort of drug-induced inner Zen, and yes, everyone knows drugs and their role in talk therapy's history—isn't an arsenal of whacked out chemically (organic or not) experiences just a tad empty?

Isn't there a moment where you shoot a slant-eyed glance at the person next to you and wonder if any of it was real?

What do you think? Can drugs help a relationship?

Journalist Jesse Kornbluth recently penned a somewhat sappy love letter to hallucinogens on the blog The Good Men Project. In it, Kornbluth thanks marijuana, LSD, peyote, and mescaline for stamping out his early twenties horniness just enough so he could actually focus on the women in bed next to him. Sex is Good for You! Ten Passion Truths

Kornbluth begins the essay (very boldly) by writing: "Everything I know about being a man I learned from women, and especially when we were stoned and in bed, fucking and/or talking."

Kornbluth's tale is actually pretty normal. A self-described "short, intense, Jewish and not very interested in outdoor sports" type of a guy, who kicks ass in school, goes to Harvard and finds his witticisms and vast knowledge of anti-Vietnam War sentiments score him girls. Oh, and he always knew where the good stuff was, too. That helps. Short Man in Love

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