The Little Blue Pill Versus the Little Green Bag: Does Pot Smoking Make For Better Sex?
Pot smoking is one of a few things on God’s Green Earth ™ that gives me a tremendous amount of pleasure. I feel the same way about a well-aged bottle of scotch or bourbon, and I damn sure feel the same way about singing karaoke or having great sex. If I’m able to combine any of the above into a “perfect pleasure cocktail™” then, hell, I might as well have died and gone to heaven.
I recently became more aware of some interesting research done dealing with the relationship of pot smoking and sex. William Novak, in High Culture: Marijuana in the Lives of Americans identified that the same region of the brain, the temporal lobe, is affected by both marijuana and sexual arousal. What’s the reason behind this?
As it turns out, THC, which is the key ingredient in pot giving us a buzz instigates a high in our brains by inducing the release of dopamine and it exactly replicates the effects of the important neurochemical, anandamide. That name in and of itself probably doesn’t ring a bell for you, but just know that in your brain it’s responsible for enhancing the “pleasure principal,” and guess what, it’s also been discovered in chocolate!
For me, it’s been a boost: The benefits of having heightened senses and making me feel extra connection to my partner have become true aphrodisiacs in every sense of the word, but I do know some couples where one partner is all fired up after smoking some weed, while the other is so mellowed out, that any immediate sexual gymnastics are either out of the picture or physically impossible. So, I’d have to say that the “little green bag”, can be a mixed bag, depending on the people involved.
Some folks can get in the mood just after light or moderate toking while others might need to be heavily buzzed before being ready to do the horizontal tango. So, the jury’s still out for many folks on this, but I am happy to report from my end of the pleasure dome, that pot is always a part of the repertoire and is right up there alongside the lava lamp, satin sheets, and Barry White’s greatest hits collection. Bow, chica, bow bow…pass the weed.