Chapter Twenty One:     Maki


MAKI YOSHIDO takes a turn to write about Sunday, 9 Nov --

This is the first time I contribute to "The Document". I haven't done so before because I never felt I had anything significant to add-- I mean, I'm not a musician and therefore not really part of the band. And because of the shame I would be required to feel if my parents ever read about my present behavior.

And considering the level of candid confession that Mel and Liss shoot for, I did not wish to expose myself in that way. A year ago I would have considered this lifestyle decadent and shocking. "Scandalous", Liss calls it in jest, but my parents would certainly agree!

I've always been a good girl from a respectable Japanese-American family, raised with strict moral traditions and all the cultural conflicts that come with the package. That thing about saving face? I've never rebelled against it or my parents. But of course, if they could see me now, gladly having sex with everyone on this bus...

And yet I do not feel "decadent" or "immoral" at all. I am here because of a love more intense and all-encompassing than anything I had ever believed possible. For Pokey, yes, primarily, but for them all, for this life together. I suppose this is like being in a Cult: you worship a guru and accept the group norm as Holy Scripture, discard your old morality and desires. As far as the rest of the world is concerned, you've gone crazy.

But I don't feel crazy, I feel just right. No, wait, I feel Empowered. I'm becoming a witch, I'm becoming part Nokhon. We all are. Learning Sha-haka-ma ways, establishing a new Nation, making magical music. Being sexually liberated to a degree I would never have dared otherwise. And I love it!

I was afraid to attend my first kha-rat. I mean, who wouldn't be? In my case I'd just barely allowed myself to finally have sexual intercourse with my new boy friend Pokey. Only because I loved him and he wanted me so much. All right, I wanted him too, but was afraid to do it. I wasn't quite a virgin but I'd had almost no nice experiences with sex before him. And suddenly there I was, fucking him AND a whole crowd of extremely aroused Sasquatches and various "human" men I barely knew. Shyøma does that to you, drives you crazy for sex, but then it wears off-- and it's nothing like being drunk on alcohol so afterwards you remain aware of what you've done.

The thing is that I do not feel guilty or ashamed-- as a good Japanese American Daughter should-- instead I have only felt free. And I feel more love than ever before. Not only do I still love Pokey, but also Adam, Art, Doug. And Liss and Melly and Masnia and Magga-- I've definitely become bisexual. I was the prime instigator for doing a threesome with Pokey and Liss, and they both got into it so that's become a regular thing now.

I love being with Adam too, although we don't actually have sex, per se. He's way too big, I'm way too tiny. My pussy is just too small to actually take a Bigfoot's dick inside, I'd be torn apart. I have tried with Adam, but we agreed to give it up. So at a kha-rat the Nokhon guys just glide it between my legs instead of into me. They're very nice about being careful not to hurt me. Although they do get excited about playing with a female so much smaller than Nokhon females, and everybody's just coming non-stop anyway, so nobody is frustrated. Human-sized dicks I can take just fine, so I do. Gladly, all night long. But that's only at a kha-rat, I don't usually have sex with any other man than Pokey under normal conditions.

At least until Mike came with us on this bus ride. Him I had to have. Maybe it's his music, maybe his looks, or his "James Dean day-dream" rock star persona, not sure. I hope I'm not so shallow that it's just because he's famous.

I don't think I'm in love with him, but am definitely infatuated. All the stupid clichés are there; idolizing his talent, greedy for his touch, getting upset if he doesn't say the right things. And yet I'm still totally enamored with and dedicated to Pokey, it's-- by definition --crazy. Guess I'm a slut now, at least my father would definitely think so.

But Pokey doesn't. He and I discussed it and he gave me his permission, just like he'd admitted to me how he'd always felt desire for Liss and I'd accepted that. Actually, I'd encouraged it because I wanted and needed to have sex with Liss too.

But I was supposed to write about our trip through Mexico, not my freaky sex life. Oh, don't worry: more about that later on, I'm sure.


We're on our way to a beach town called Puerto Angel in Oaxaca State, one of Adam and Melly's favorite places from the first time they'd been there as kids. It’s reportedly a tropical paradise; banana-leaf hut restaurants and bars on the beach, almost no motor traffic. It was even a nude beach at that time. We're all hoping it hasn't changed too much since then.

Speaking of changes and modernization, we're passing through the narrowest part of Mexico right now, where it's only about 100 km from East coast to west coast. We just drove past the sign reading La Ventosa, which means "the Windblown" or something like that, because the wind blows all the time here due to temperature differences between the Pacific Ocean and the Gulf of Mexico. Adam and Melly were telling us it had been a empty wasteland last time they'd been here, a horrible place where the wind constantly shoves you around and drives you crazy, nowhere to go but a grungy old gas station, but now we can see what looks like thousands of big shiny modern electricity-generating windmills, all spinning impressively fast. Using that wind, good for the ecology, yayyy.

It's a clear, bright day, but the wind is pretty ferocious out there, and we're pushing against it, so it's actually slowing us down. I'll take a shift in about an hour to relieve Melly. Like me, she prefers to drive along the Supercarraterra with its straight-line wide lanes. Even though I've driven regular cars since I was 16, I had to have Pokey teach me how to drive the bus. Not that it's so much different than a car, but the size of it is intimidating and I still don't like driving it through mountain passes with all the switchbacks and curves, or through downtown Mexican traffic.

Or La Ventosa, I find. Our bus was bucking and misbehaving so badly that Melly had to give up and let Pokey take over. I mentioned that it was windy? That was inaccurate, it is STORMING. Not rain storming, just a dry shrieking wind blowing very hard and nonstop. The landscape around us is flat and bushy, not so many trees, and the wind just RIPS through here, the brush all thrashing and churning like it's gone mad. Car traffic is backing up now, moving slow because the violent wind is shoving cars around, drivers have to fight the wheel or go sideways.

We've already passed by two different big semi-trucks that have toppled, just blown over, lying beside the highway. Mike says it happens all the time here, this part of the Supercarraterra is famous for it since Mexican TV News just loves to show pictures of dramatic accidents. But nobody seems to get hurt, nobody is driving fast, there are already rescue vehicles taking care of the toppled semis. The work crews seem pretty organized, so I guess they’re just used to it.

But I’m not. Our rock & roll bus is rocking, every so often there comes a sideways windblast that hits so hard it feels like we're about to be rolling too. We don't quite tip over, but most of us do scream out our favorite obscenities. It's really kind of funny/scary.

We must have passed through La Ventosa before, on our way south to San Christobál, but I can't remember it. Pokey says that's not so strange, it was in the middle of the night and the wind was nothing like this at that time, so it took less than an hour to get through. He only remembers it because he was driving . "You were probably sleeping," he says, "or maybe you were busy with Mike," just to tease me.

"Or maybe Adam," I say, just to dig him back a little.

Pokey says we only have to make it to Juchitan 30 km ahead and we'll be out of the wind channel, then we should be back to normal driving again. I'm looking forward to that beach we’re headed for, but I sure hope it's not windy like this.







Chapter 22

Adam Into Babylon