Ecstacy ain't all bad, kids...
As most people know, ecstasy is appropriately named - while on it, you just feel like everything in the world is wonderful. I relate it to the feeling you'd get if you just won the lottery and realized you'd never have to worry about money again - ever.

Understandably, get enough people rolling in the same place and you've got a recipe for instant friends - complete strangers that you'd happily give a kidney to if they asked, and you know they'd do the same. Better than drunken comradery if you ask me, less chance of vomiting over your new best friends.

There's a certain code between rollers, slowly picked up from different experiences but instantly understood if you're on ex - mostly nonverbal, a nod and a wink. A light show from someone with glowsticks. A blast from a vic's tube. A bottle of water shared without worry between sweating dancers. Everybody wants to help everybody else have a good roll.

At one point I remember getting a light show from a guy with ten finger-lights and feeling hands on my shoulders giving me an unexpected massage - turns out the light raver's fiance would go to shows with him regularly and dazzle overstimulated rollers in a tagteam of light and sensation.

I remember playing with a girl's long, flowing hair for half an hour, the feeling of her hair between my fingers absolutely amazing.

I've even made out with a few girls, not a word spoken between us, just smiles and hugs and then kisses shared without hesitation or thought. Of course, the ecstasy meant going further was rather unlikely, but the feeling was almost as good as sex as it was.

I've had to cut back and eventually quit over the last two years, as my new girlfriend rather dislikes my next-day fugue and would rather go to shows sober and dance instead of space out...

But I still miss those carefree days, the mind-numbing explosions of light and touch, and the absolutely unparalleled feeling of complete comradery with strangers that I have rarely experienced since.

Le sigh.
(TheManWhoWas SlightlyKnackered, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 20:41, 3 replies)

E
Originally E was called Empathy, This explains a lot.
(Pill Popper Thank you Sasha Shulgin, Wed 8 Apr 2009, 21:54, closed)

Clicks for the memorys
MDMA is the way to go now :0)
( SpikeyPickle wishes he was mabazaritchie, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 10:32, closed)

^this
Pills nowadays are bloody awful.

Candyflipping is always good too
(SarcasticBarSteward wants to be good at Photoshop when he grows up, Thu 9 Apr 2009, 11:07, closed)