It’s not a cult. It’s a joy center. People come here to revitalize their chakras and—
Ok, so it’s a cult. But not a scary, murder kind, more like a free-love, hippie throwback kind.
At noon we drink tea and chant. By two p.m. there’s all kinds of fucking happening in the Sun room while we explore our spiritual connections to each other. By three, when the endorphins have slowed down, we talk to each other and unravel our fears.
I came for the sex, but I stayed for the emotional connection—
Ok, maybe I stayed for the sex.