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The Orgy

Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Monique and I've been natural since May 17, 2002. But on August 7, 2006, I started a new journey: braidlocs! You would think I'd have latched by now, huh? Up until about a week ago I hadn't. Well, I had, but not my whole head, just the front and the back. I just hadn't gotten around to the middle. But I started latching a week ago and I finished two days ago, just in time for my 6 month loc'versary. I'll get to that later, though. First I wanna tell y'all a story. Have you ever been to an orgy? Have you ever been to one and didn’t KNOW you were going? That’s what happened to me. Honest. Wanna know what’s worst? I was the hostess of this party! I knew there would be LOTS of people (I invited them), so I KNEW it would be packed. I’d been planning this party for months now, doing a little here and there. I thought I was ready! I could have never prepared myself for what was to occur. What no one bothered to tell me was that the people would end up naked and ALL OVER EACH OTHER!!! Seriously, it was like they’d smoked weed, got the munchies, and had Ecstacy for a snack. It was a mess. I mean, you had some people who were still trying to have a traditional party, you know, stand around, talk, drink, laugh, dance. There were some who were somewhat in-between: they weren’t naked, but they were STILL all over each other. Now that I think about it, it was like concentric circles, with the center being the big ol’ nasty orgy. I (of course) was on the outside, trying to mingle with the regular party goers. It was so surreal; how had I let it get this bad??? Even still, it was a party (it was MY party), so I decide to keep it moving. I pretended the orgy didn’t even exist while I kept working outside of the room, mingling, and meeting folks. I focused on each person like they were the only person at the party while I spoke with them. They had my undivided attention, but in the back of my mind, I was constantly thinking of WTF I was going to do when I got to the center of the room. Did I just greet those people like they were clothed, regular party goers? For hours I just avoided the thought and just went around the room talking, drinking, blazing, and talking some more. After a while, I was exhausted. As I stood and looked around, finally focusing in on the pink elephant, I felt defeated. I mean, there was no way I could just walk in there and talk to them. They weren’t paying attention to anything going on around them, only themselves, joining to one another in all sorts of crazy positions. It was gross. I gave up before I even started. I decided to end the party and throw everybody out. But a little voice in my head said wait, so I escaped to the kitchen to chill out and think. Momentarily forgetting about the orgy in the other room that was lightweight ruining my party (but never fully getting my mind completely off of it), I thought about the party and how it came to be, how long I’d been planning it, how I thought it would turn out, stuff like that. I realized how much the party meant to me; even though it had been going on for hours, it was still too early to end it. So I did what I had to do. I went back into the living room, totally ignored the traditional party goers and the in-betweeners; I focused on the orgy. Now THEY had my undivided attention. But I didn’t have theirs. They were joined together so I didn’t even know where to begin. So I threw water on them. Bucket after bucket after bucket of water. They didn’t separate, but it was much harder for them to stay together. So one by one, I pulled them apart. I talked to each and every person at that orgy (in my mind, this was a completely separate party from MY party; I hadn’t planned this mess!), no matter what. This was no easy task. There were some I had to spray in the face with water and literally PRY them apart. Sometimes it was only two I had to pry apart, but sometimes it was as many as 12 people all joined together. And it's not like they wanted to be separated. My arms were killing me! After I got them apart, I sat and talked with them until they were dressed. Then I moved on to the next group and began the process all over. During all of this, I realized that all parties have people who end up coupled up anyway. So the ones I couldn’t get pried apart no matter how hard I tried (some I could look at and tell it was no use) I just left together. I mean, they still had to get dressed, but after they were dressed, I didn’t have a problem with them being all hugged up. As I was making my way through, I began to see the whole party again. It was starting to look like a real party! There were more people standing around talking, drinking, laughing, and dancing, and less people naked and all over each other! I was making progress!!! I began to feel glad I didn’t just end the party and throw everyone out. I looked at the little orgy and continued to pry the folks apart, only now I wasn’t angry and annoyed with myself for having let them end up like this in the first place. Now I realized that I loved these people and I was glad they were at my party. And even though it took a lot of work, I finally got everyone apart, dressed, and looking like a party – a TRADITIONAL party. I mean, as traditional as can be, no two parties are alike, but there was no orgy going on, is what I’m saying. And it was a beautiful thing.

And that’s the story of my first latching experience with my locs.