#Real Marijuana Online

[goldengodcannibal]

i miss my weed !

[transchesters]

sam is so fucking tired of the devil screaming in his ears.

he reads online that weed is a good way to calm down. to relax. to ward off a panic attack and maybe get some fucking sleep.

but he did not read online that marijuana can be so incredibly harmful for the mentally unwell.

he does not read online that people who hear voices that aren’t real shouldn’t touch weed with a ten foot pole.

so he gets high. out of this world high. green-out on the dirty motel bathroom floor high.

seeing things that are not there high.

and when he comes down from his high,

there are more voices.

new voices.

ghosts long dead coming to taunt him.

delusions coming out of nowhere, in the middle of the night while dean sleeps and sam stares at the ceiling.

an invisible girl asks why he’s sad. a clown jeers every time dean makes a dumb joke.

his buried father asks him what went wrong.

[dreamingalto]

Hey Something Sorta Cool Happened in Nebraska for once.

Real quick background, back in about 2005 Nebraska had gotten rid of the lifetime ban on voting for felons, switching it to where people with felony convictions could be eligible to vote once they had completed their sentence and went through a two year waiting period.

Earlier this year, state legislators voted on and passed a bill (LB20) that would eliminate the waiting period, making it so those with felony convictions would now be eligible to vote as soon as they have completed their sentence. However, the Nebraska Attorney General, Mike Hilgers, had raised constitutional concerns and stated that the state's board of pardons was the only thing that could restore voting rights. This resulted in the Nebraska Secretary of State, Robert Evnen, to tell election officials to stop registering anyone with a previous felony conviction.

As the article states, the Nebraska Supreme Court ruled today, Wednesday October 16th, that LB20 was indeed constitutional and ordered the Secretary of State to remove the disqualifications he imposed in order to comply wirh LB20.

This means all Nebraska residents with previous felony convictions are now eligible to vote and have until October 25th to get registered for the 2024 Election.

If you don't know, this election is pretty important everywhere in the US. But in Nebraska, this is an especially big election. Beyond the presidential election, Nebraska also has some competitive US Senate and House races this year along with several really important initiatives that include both abortion and medicial marijuana.

Not only that, but the neat thing when it comes to the Presidential Election is that Nebraska is special when it comes to its electoral votes. Instead of all the electoral votes going to the popular vote winner of the entire state, the votes get split up by district. The only other state that does this is Maine.

While Nebraska is still mostly a red state, District 2 (which mostly includes Omaha and some of the surrounding areas) has been known to go blue, giving its electoral vote to the democratic candidate. An example of this being the 2020 Election where the District Two electoral vote went to Biden.

This ruling from today is so significant for voting rights in the state, especially when disenfranchisement has been on the rise.

I dont have that much reach to be honest and I really don't have many followers who know even one person from Nebraska, but if you happen to know like anyone from Nebraska, let them know especially if they might know more Nebraskan who might potentially be thinking their are ineligible to vote when they are.

DEADLINE TO REGISTER TO VOTE ONLINE IN NE IS THIS FRIDAY, OCTOBER 18TH

DEADLINE TO REGISTER TO VOTE IN-PERSON OR VIA MAIL IN NE IS NEXT FRIDAY, OCTOBER 25TH AT 6PM

Like seriously if you register in person, you could also just get your voting done the same day. I was literally at a Nebraska Election Office yesterday and someone came in and was like "Hey just became a resident rather recently, can I get registered?" And they were like "Yeah, wanna fill out your ballot today too?"

Sorry for the long post, I just saw the story earlier and also was driving past a bunch of billboards in Omaha on my way to my family's house this evening that were directed at getting those with previous felony convictions to register to vote and it gave me just a little bit of good news and hope when it came to the election which is fucking rare.

[weirdocvnt08]

Title: Don’t be a loser!

Relationship: Rise!Leonardo/Yuichi Usagi (one-sided)

TW: Mentions of underage smoking of nicotine/marijuana [Pls skip this post if this stuff doesn’t interest you]

Author is listening to: California Here We Go by The Garden

AN: This was written for shits & giggles & even though the boys didn’t actually smoke in this, I have to put it out there for the minors reading this to pls avoid vaping. Don’t matter if it’s nic or THC, both aren’t good (yes even THC & as someone with first hand experience lemme tell you if you have family history with addictions & have autism then bby you’re most likely gonna end up reliant on it which is no bueno) and it can very much damage your still developing brain as corny as that sounds. With that being said, enjoy this sorta/sorta not crackfic and Usagi’s poorly hidden one-sided feelings bc Leo just sees him as his bro (for now, maybe ƪ(˘⌣˘)ʃ)

~⛽️💨~⛽️💨~⛽️💨~

Usagi and Leo had been in the middle of playing an online game on their phones until Usagi’s abruptly shut itself off. Heart rate quickening and hoping their game was still connected, Usagi tried to quickly turn the device back on but was instead met with the zero-battery icon that had displayed itself on the screen.

“Dude did your phone just die?!” Leo exclaimed as he watched Usagi’s character lag and glitch before the game ultimately kicked him off, taking him back to the main menu.

A regretful whine was all Leo could get in response. He sighed as he closed off the game and set his phone aside. “Wanna watch something then? While we wait for your phone to actually charge?” Leo asked as he leaned over to his bedside drawer to pick up the remote control for his TV.

“Yes! Can I choose?” If the platinum haired teen were animated, he’d have sparks shimmering around him and stars gleaming in his eyes, but sadly this was the real world and as Leo kept his focus on his flatscreen he cocked a restive brow as he replied nonchalantly, “After you made us lose our mission and we’ll have to now start from our last checkpoint that was, like, forever ago? Sorry, but it’s a hard ‘no’ my guy.”

“Mmh!” The Japanese boy grunted out in a miff manner as he got up from Leo’s bed to retrieve his charger from his bag and plug it to the nearest available outlet. Choosing the small lone spot beside Leo’s bookshelf, he bent down on one knee to connect the plug but stopped himself at the odd sight before him.

“Leo why do you have this usb type thing charging, and why does it look so weird?”

Knitting his thin eyebrows together in confusion, Leo mouthed to himself ‘USB?’ but the realization quickly clicked in his head and couldn’t help the brief chortle that escaped his mouth as he thought of an exciting idea.

“Oh that? Bring it over here and I’ll show you what exactly it is.”

Having not noticed the impish look on his American friend’s face due to his allowance of getting the strange object, he took a closer look at it as he walked back to Leo. The surface was a matte electric blue and on one side there was what he assumed was the brand name. ‘STIIIZY?’ he confoundedly thought.

The more that he stared at it, memories of his past encounters in their school’s restrooms that involved this same type of gadget would suddenly rush into his mind. In his option-less runs to use the poorly maintained restrooms around campus, he’d always have to brace the groups of people who’d ditch class to hang out and smoke both outside and inside the stalls carrying those similar rectangular objects in their hands.

Sometimes (if he wasn’t immediately kicked out from it) he’d opt to just walk to the closest restroom and avoid the horrid mixed stench of sweet artificial cookies and sewage water, but nine times out of ten he’ll ignore the sharp glares and sneers that’ll get sent his way as he makes his way to do his business that the restrooms were purposed to do.

Besides all that, Usagi just hopes that it’s not what he thinks it is as he plopped himself down onto the bed and extended his left hand towards Leo, who was leaned over again and digging a hand inside his drawer. After he found what he was looking for he swiftly took his sleek object back and attached a familiar looking compact filled with a yellow substance into the open slot. His fear was now just confirmed.

“Yui y’know what a—?”

“You smoke?! And nicotine at that? Why?! Leo you’re too pre—!” Coughing fugaciously at his near slip up of calling his best friend pretty, Usagi covered with, “I thought you were too cool for that kind of stuff?”

Playing with the thin vape in his hand, Leo laughed at the claim. “Mmmm, I don’t ever remember saying about my stance on vaping, but chill out it’s not nic, it’s weed.”

“How is that any better?”

“Look I’m not gonna explain the politics of the two, but just know this is way better and funner than nicotine!” Leo exasperated. What the shaved headed teen had left out though was that he himself hadn’t smoked nicotine ever in his life and just jumped straight to marijuana, so his answer holds no weight. He continued, “I don’t even do it a lot and just use it when I want to have a good time during movie nights or want to make my favorite meal ten times better because I have the munchies. It also helps when I feel myself becoming too absorbed into my thoughts, but that’s beside the point.”

Usagi felt icky for feeling this way, but he couldn’t help but feel sort of disappointed that Leo, his most favorite person since moving here, is a part of the hordes of teens that find the weird appeal of owning that useless junk just so they could make grossly sweet scented smoke clouds in front of their friends and not caring about the harm it can do to their young and healthy lungs. Despite his own opposing views though, he tried to swallow his judgment.

“How can anyone underage even get their hands on this, isn’t it illegal? Who even gave you this and does anyone else know you do this stuff?”

“I mean, it's pretty easy if you know someone who has connections, and to answer that other question, only Donnie—who also smokes—and my sister Frida knows. Ida’s also the one who hooked us up with the battery and cart but she’s so stingy though ‘cause she didn’t want to get us the full gram that this brand offers!”

Blank faced, Usagi answered, “I don’t know what that last part meant at all, but I really don’t wanna know anyway.”

The two sat in silence as Leo continued to fiddle with the concentrated THC pen with only a YouTube video playing on the TV to act as background noise. Usagi hoped that meant Leo lost interest in the topic now that he showed off his vape pen, that was until Leo opened his mouth again.

“So wanna take a hit?”

“Huh!? No! Weren’t you catching on with my obvious oppositions to that kind of stuff?!” He vicariously shook his head in disapproval. “I have important people in my life that expect me to be better than to do these types of things. Also don’t wanna die of lung cancer anytime soon.”

Sucking his teeth, Leo pressed “C’moooon! We can shotgun if you want!”

“Shotgun?”

“Basically I’ll take a hit and I’ll pass it to you by blowing it to your mouth for you to inhale.”

A strained expression appeared on Usagi’s face as he painted the image in his head and from what he’d seen it wasn’t very appealing if not super awkward. “That sounds dumb and weird.”

Leo cackled as he instantly knew the other teen didn’t get it, so he explained through small fits of laughter, “I don’t think you’re picturing it right dude. Our mouths have to be like really close so it’s sorta gonna look like we’re gonna go in for a kiss.”

‘Kiss?’ Usagi thought to himself as he re-imagined Leo’s new description. What he saw was Leo’s attractive face up close to his and his plush mixed tone lips slightly parted and nearly touching his slightly cracked ones, that maybe he might actually find out what Leo’s glossed lips finally taste like if he leans his head forward just a bit more. His heart picked up at the thought and with red tinting his tan skin he quickly adversed “We’re not doing that!”

“Oh? Sorry, was that a lil’ too gay for your straight-male self?” With an amused smile, Leo playfully rolled his eyes and coolly replied “Chill out man, it’s just a suggestion. But since you’re such a chad, I guess you’ll just do it on your own then?” He tried to hand him the rectangular device, but Usagi merely pushed the cold and slender brown hand back to its owner’s vicinity.

“Iranai. Don’t need it, so have fun doing that stuff by yourself.” He firmly stated but just like him, Leo wasn’t going to lose his ground and continue his pursuit of convincing Usagi to smoke with him.

“Don’t be lame and have a sesh with meee!”

“Nope.”

“Smoking isn’t as fun if you’re not doing it with someone! Yui!”

“Sucks to be you I guess.”

Leo let out an elongated sigh before voicing, “I get that you have this weird honor code thing where you take promises to heart n’ stuff, but aren’t I just as important to you too?”

Perplexed brown eyes met his hazel ones and with a casual shrug Leo resumed, “I just asked you to do this with me because you’re cool, and I feel comfortable around you, but if you really don’t wanna, then I won’t force you since it’s not fun if you’re not into it too.”

Usagi was gradually starting to feel his ‘tough as nails’ facade slip at the compliments Leo threw his way because of course he’d give more of shit of what this guy says than anyone else who’s known him for years or even since his birth.

“I wasn’t kidding when I said I don’t do this a lot y’know. Sorta why I really wanted you to try it with me, since it could be like a really fun memory that only you and me can share.” Leo suddenly said, and although Usagi knows better than to blindly trust Leo’s word he could tell that his friend was not fully lying at this time.

“So, what? Trying to tell me that you don’t smoke with everyone?”

“No sir.”

“I don’t buy it.”

“I’m serious. I’ve literally only smoked with my siblings. I don’t trust the crap people at school have, and I don’t trust the people at school like that even less so yeah, I don’t smoke with everyone and only a few select people are worthy to see me at my stupidest.”

Silence fell upon them again and Leo didn’t really know if his bait had worked or not, but sure enough it did as Usagi abruptly huffed out “Give it” and extended his hand to reveal his open palm that waited expectantly to receive something.

“But I thought—.“

“Just pass me the stupid thing you manipulative asshole!”

Ecstatic over Usagi’s change of mind, Leo quickly handed him his vape pen and watched as Usagi mauled over his new decision.

“If you’re worried about how you’re gonna act, don’t worry. Since I’m not as new to this like you, I can keep my bearings and take care of you if you end up doing something stupid.”

Cupping Usagi’s hand that held his little item of relaxation and enjoyment, he looked into the other boy’s eyes and earnestly promised “Swear on my dad’s life that I won’t let anything bad happen to you. Trust me, all that you’re gonna feel is as if your whole body is floating and even find yourself kinda hungry.” Letting good of his hand, Leo encouraged him to go for it with a nod of his head.

‘Am I really going to do this?’

With one last glance at Leo’s smug yet gorgeous hazel-green eyes he felt as if his heart had been squeezed from the huge amount of affection he was currently feeling for the other teen across of him.

‘Yeah, I really am.’

Hesitantly, he brought the pen to his lips and the more he dared to take a hit he could hear the loud anxious pounding coming from the center of his chest. It beat so loud that once he finally took a brave inhale from the pen he didn’t even register Leo’s rushed warning, and before he knew it, he felt as if a ball of fire had invaded his airways.

[prussiacide]

hetalia dudes who smoke weed

- okay fucking duh but matthew. he’s stereotypical stoner white guy u know

- ned. he’s the fucking netherlands. amsterdam is famous for weed. need i say more? yes, i need to. once he got in trouble for being high at one of those family photos they do with allied political leaders. his apology was basically: ‘i work hard, i play hard. photoshoots do nothing, theyre useless. sorry not sorry i only care about real work and if its not real work i’ll do what i want’

- francis. matthew gets it from somewhere. he prefers drinking (wine) but he will also smoke weed on occasion. he’s also not the world’s best dad, so he has smoked with matthew before. ‘what?’ he said to a shocked, pearl-clutching arthur. ‘matthew’s a good boy, he can handle his weed.’

- tolys. please, let him smoke some medicinal marijuana. he is so, so stressed. he needs to chill.

- antonio. he’s one-sided besties with ned, and they will eat edibles together (with romano and bel there occasionally). when he’s high he just acts like a doofus and laughs at everything

- feliks. we all know he’s a gamer, he’ll show up online high as balls acting even more like an idiot than normal

- basch. he’s a chill dude, he likes sitting just outside his cabin in the alps, smoking a blunt and watching the mountains in the distance (he only does this when liech is back in her own country, he would never corrupt his beloved baby sister’s mind with the stuff)

[aprillikesthings]

A few links I've dug up while looking for things for my fic

(do I need to read these things for my story? .....not really. am I enjoying finding all this shit that I would've killed to read in 1997? uh yeah lolol)

a bunch of LENGTHY interviews etc with people involved with the Diggers

A short-ish article about businesses on the Haight during the Summer of Love anyway this one gets points for mentioning gay people in the Haight scene, and specifically a young lesbian who owned a clothing store.

I'm continuously surprised/amused by how much of this shit I know just from reading The Summer of Love (as in the Lisa Mason novel). I knew the Diggers and the HIP (Haight Independent Proprietors) did NOT get along, but I knew less about WHY. The Diggers were horrified by all the marketing of the Summer of Love, for good reason--it ruined the neighborhood and brought in all those runaways with no resources. All those kids needed food and shelter and medical care.

Anyway. It's also just nice to find articles online that aren't the same list of surface information: The Human Be-In and then Monterey Pop and then tens of thousands of people showed up along with just as many gawkers and by the end of the summer all the people that had made Haight-Ashbury so interesting had gotten the fuck out and the drug scene had gone from LSD and marijuana to speed and heroin, The End.

But also where the fuck did I put that book by Emmet Grogan because I still want to find out if Ruby Maverick was based on a real person, considering I'm basing my au's Aunt Casta on her. At this point I'd settle for a LIST of HIP members considering Ruby was a member in the novel, but I can't find one!

Anyway. There were also Diggers in LA, and here's a thing they handed out to kids who showed up in LA, taken from an article contrasting the LA Diggers to the SF Diggers:

Oh, and here's someone's thesis from 2012 about the Communications Company, which was run partially by Diggers/people associated with the Diggers; and put out leaflets/flyers/broadsides basically DAILY, some of which were just "here's where we're giving away food," some of which were poetry, some of which were journalism or protest; there's a ton of old-school scans of them here

like this one

(yes it is unfortunately hard to read, try opening in a new tab; they were all mimeographed)

ANYWAY one of the things I keep noting when I read people's stories is just how CHEAP everyone was able to live.

People could just....do shit. Rent in San Francisco was just so, so cheap. Christ.

Anyway true story, for a few months in 1967 the neighborhood of Haight-Ashbury had a higher population density than Manhattan. And remember, we're talking streets of like, three-story townhouses.

(I've poked around on zillow. A lot of them have been split up into astronomically expensive condos. I can't help wondering how many people living there wonder if their place used to have a dozen hippies crashing on the floor. I know all the houses now-famous bands/musicians lived in are listed various places.)

[mariacallous]

Nearly ten years ago, the sprawling dark-web drug market known as the Silk Road was torn offline in a law enforcement operation coordinated by the FBI, whose agents arrested the black market's boss, Ross Ulbricht, in a San Francisco library. It would take two years for Ulbricht's second-in-command—an elusive figure known as Variety Jones—to be tracked down and arrested in Thailand. Today, a decade after the Silk Road's demise, Clark has been sentenced to join his former boss in federal prison.

 In a Manhattan courtroom on Monday, Roger Thomas Clark—also known by his online handles including Variety Jones, Cimon, and Plural of Mongoose—was sentenced to 20 years behind bars for his role in building and running Silk Road. Clark, a 62-year-old Canadian national, will now likely spend much of the rest of his life incarcerated for helping to pioneer the anonymous, cryptocurrency-based model for online illegal sales of drugs and other contraband that still persists on the dark web today. The sentence is the maximum Clark faced in accordance with the plea agreement he made with prosecutors.

Clark “misguidedly turned his belief that drugs should be legal into material assistance for a criminal enterprise,” Judge Sidney Stein said in his sentencing statement. “These beliefs crossed over into patently illegal behavior.”

Stein added that Clark was “clear-eyed and intentional” in his work as Ulbricht's “right-hand man” in the Silk Road's operations. “The sentence must reflect the vast criminal enterprise of which he was a leader,” Stein said.

In his own statement, Clark said that his work on the Silk Road had always been motivated by his political belief that drugs should be legalized, and the hundreds of millions of dollars' worth of dark-web drug sales he helped to facilitate were safer than drug deals that took place in the physical world. He argued in his sentencing statement that the site helped reduce violence in the drug trade, and that the Silk Road's ratings and reviews prevented the sale of adulterated drugs that would have caused greater harm.

“I just kept preaching to myself ‘harm reduction.’ That's how I got to sleep at night,” Clark told the judge, standing before a sparse audience in the courtoom looking thin and gaunt in baggy khaki clothes. “I'm proud and ashamed at the same time.”

Clark was, as prosecutors noted in their memo arguing for the two-decade sentence, more than a lieutenant on the Silk Road. He served as the site's security consultant, PR adviser, and even a kind of executive coach and friend to the site's boss, Ulbricht. Clark, who Ulbricht initially encountered as a marijuana seeds dealer on the market, was “the biggest and strongest-willed character I had met through the site thus far,” Ulbricht wrote in his journal. 

“He has advised me on many technical aspect of what we are doing, helped me speed up the site and squeeze more out of my current servers," Ulbricht wrote. “He also has helped me better interact with the community around Silk Road, delivering proclamations, handling troublesome characters, running a sale, changing my name, devising rules, and on and on. He also helped me get my head straight regarding legal protection, cover stories, devising a will, finding a successor, and so on. He’s been a real mentor.”

Clark was pivotal in key moments of the Silk Road’s history—including a particularly dark incident when he and Ulbricht resorted to violence, which loomed large in Clark’s sentencing. Clark played a crucial role in convincing Ulbricht that it was necessary to commission the murder of one of his employees who he believed had betrayed him and stolen bitcoins from the market. “At what point in time do we decide we’ve had enough of someones shit and terminate them?” Clark wrote to Ulbricht at one point following the discovery of the theft, as recorded in chat logs that were recovered from Ulbricht's computer after his arrest. “We’re playing with big money with serious people, and that’s the world they live in.”

After Ulbricht agreed to have the staffer killed—in a bizarre turn, his death was instead faked by US federal agents investigating the Silk Road—Clark told Ulbricht that he had made the right move. "If you had balked, I would have seriously re-considered our relationship," he wrote. “We’re playing for keeps, this just drives it home. I’m perfectly comfortable with the decision, and I’ll sleep like a lamb tonight, and every night hereafter.”

Countering Clark's claims of interest in “harm reduction,” assistant US attorney Michael Neff pointed to those comments as evidence of Clark's “complete disregard for human life,” as he put it in Tuesday's sentencing hearing. For Clark, “the question of whether to end another man's life was simple and stress-free,” Neff told the judge in the prosecution's sentencing statement.

In his own remarks, Clark didn't comment on that murder-for-hire conversation—which he at one point claimed had been fabricated by Ulbricht but later conceded was real. Instead, he focused on his benevolent intentions in running the Silk Road, which he argued had saved thousands of lives through its prevention of overdoses from adulterated drugs. At the same time, he acknowledged that at least six people named by prosecutors had in fact overdosed and died from Silk Road narcotics.

“If the Silk Road hadn't existed, would those people be alive today? Probably yes,” Clark said. “Did we save thousands of lives? Yes, but we took some too.”

He compared his actions to the so-called “trolley problem” thought experiment in ethical philosophy, in which someone must choose which track a train will take when people are tied to both tracks. “It's not Philosophy 101 for me,” he told the judge. “I pulled the switch.”

Clark and his defense attorney also spent much of their sentencing statements describing the abysmal conditions of his detention over the past several years in Thailand and then a New York jail. His attorney told the court he was traumatized by witnessing torture and sexual assault in a Thai jail, was denied basic health care, and arrived in the US weighing just 93 pounds. At the Metropolitan Detention Center in Brooklyn, Clark described corruption and neglect, which led to his falling from his bunk while experiencing vertigo in 2021, breaking his pelvis, and being left to suffer overnight despite his pleas for help.

Judge Stein acknowledged those years of suffering and mistreatment but concluded that he was “not persuaded they afford a substantial reduction” in Clark's sentence.

Separately, Clark made strange new claims in his statement—without evidence—that he had spent $800,000 of Silk Road’s revenue to buy hacking tools that could be used to de-anonymize users of the dark web engaged in child sexual exploitation and had then provided those tools to the UK and US governments. One Bangkok-based hacker who Clark says sold him a hacking tool, who goes by the handle the Grugq, denied any such sale to WIRED. “I never sold such an exploit and certainly wouldn’t have sold it to him,” the Grugq writes. The judge didn’t appear to factor these unsubstantiated claims into Clark’s sentence, but suggested that he should provide his computer skills to the US government.

Clark's strange story of hacking pedophiles should perhaps be taken with a grain of salt given his long history of apparent misdirection. Prior to his extradition from Thailand, he made claims of a corrupt FBI agent hunting him and secret information he could provide to the Thai government, ostensibly in exchange for his release—claims which were never borne out or mentioned by his defense prior to sentencing.

In his chats with Ulbricht prior to the Silk Road takedown, too, Clark had a tendency to grandiose ideas. At one point he suggested ways that he might rescue Ulbricht from prison should he ever be identified and arrested. “One of the things i’d like us to look at investing in is a helicopter tour company … seriously, with the amount of $ we’re generating, I could hire a small country to come get you.” he wrote. “And remember that one day when your in the exercise yard, I’ll be the dude in the helicopter coming in low and fast, I promise.”

No such rescue operation ever appeared for Ulbricht. And no such salvation appears to be coming for Clark either.

“Everybody take a good look,” Clark said at one point during his sentencing statement, dramatically turning to the courtroom’s small audience. “This is probably the last time you see me before I get killed.”

[dipstick-university]

This morning I saw Neil Gaiman's post on the passing of folk revivalist Melanie (may she RIP), and in listening to her music, I was pulled into re-reading the Woodstock wiki page, where she was one of only three solo acts by a woman. As an aging anarchist, I find everything about the hippie movement devastating and beautiful and sad. So much of my own activism is built on the knowledge that came out of their leftist struggles and failures. These are not the hippies of 1990's TV, with their neutered anti-nukes peace sign and stoner tropes, but the brilliant movement that brought us seismic cultural shifts, media like Harold and Maude and Sesame Street, and the modern music festival.

Woodstock was kind of silly--it only happened as it did because the organizers had to choose between building a stage or having fences, and they decided on the former. But when you subtract all the people that were there just to get laid or for a good time, you still have tens of thousands of political idealists. It was four days of logistical chaos for 450,000 people, but little mention has come out of it of fighting or sexual assault. I'm not trying to goldwash it--those things happened. Melanie was one of only three women allowed on that stage by themselves. But Woodstock still existed with a clear sense of meaning and hope, and the individuals there seemed to carry that with them.

In 2010, I spent three days at an Earthdance festival and was horrified at how misogynist it felt. The man who paid for my ticket cried because I wouldn't sleep with him. Someone told yelled 'cute girl you got there' at him as I tried to practice my guitar. In the final act of the festival, India Arie threw off her wig as she declared 'I am Not My Hair,' affirming her right to exist in the moment, however she saw fit. I wished for her sense of confidence, to be me and be there, but it didn't matter. I still wanted to be anywhere else.

I have to remind myself that things like this happened at Woodstock. But at Earthdance, I was 22, a feminist armed with the words to describe my poor treatment and, most importantly, jaded. Earthdance seemed to have no real agenda outside of getting high and listening to music. This is fine to do, but that it was cloaked in some antiquated idea of 'peace' infuriated me. Peace meant a lot of things, but it wasn't this limpid "pacifism" of filling the air with the wet hay smell of marijuana smoke and calling it good. Around that same time, I read how Millenials were 'optimistic' as a generation. It sounded similar to how those starry-eyed hippies felt in the summer of 1969. I wanted that for myself, to look to the future and feel hope. Fifteen years after reading about optimistic Millenials, I can't remember any of that optimism, only the slog of watching nuanced political concepts turn into undefined sludge online before a full appropriation by ad-makers. Pair that with the inane, incessant leftist internet infighting, and its almost enough to call it a day. How much more political dissatisfaction would have happened if the hippies had internet in 1970? I don't have a good wrap-up for this. (I'm writing this instead of journaling this morning, and my journal entries usually also have no good conclusion.) Maybe it's that I have to pull from the joy people still feel towards the hippy movement. That I want to make activism and art in my life that reflects those levels of joy, of longevity, of a desire for a better world, and to remember this era as fondly as I can. As one youtube commenter said: "The hippy in me will never die. What a great time to be alive."

[boricuacherry-blog]

It's kind of selfish too. I just like it. I'm always looking for the new new shit."

Erykah has also collaborated with Italian fashion house Marni on a capsule collection which was sold in select Marni boutiques.

"Everything is vibration and sound, from the sound of the birds that I've heard since I was a child...(to) the clothes I wear - the clothes in my Marni line all have bells on them," the Dallas native said. "So, if I associate everything with music, it's very easy for me to create...there's a variety of things I listen to throughout the day, from wind chimes in the morning to Brent Faiyaz in the afternoon to Bach - I mean, there's just so many different things. I just love music and frequency. It is my therapy."

Badu describes the Marni collection as something of an audiovisual experience, what she calls "mystical instrumental wear."

A champion for Black women and free thought, she's not only in an era of reinvention, but expansion. She's entered the cannabis industry partnering with Cookies, arguably the world's most recognizable legal marijuana brand. She's worked with Cookies co-founder Berner to create a weed strain called That Badu, also working on a mushroom tea line.

Although it's been years since Badu put out an album, she has recently gone on tour, called The Unfollow Me tour. In an interview with Vibe, she revealed the inspiration for the name of the tour - cancel culture. "Whenever someone says something in the comments, they don't agree, I don't care, unfollow me, doesn't matter," she told the magazine.

"One thing I brag about all the time is that my sister is probably the only artist I know who easily sells out arenas despite not having put out an album in almost a decade," says sibling Koryan, or Koko for short. Koko once sang backup for Badu's band, but these days acts as her sister's right hand. With a trucker hat pulled over striking waist-length platinum blonde braids, Koko carries herself like a woman who means business. Badu's turning point, she explains, came when the pandemic brought touring to a halt.

The pivot was swift and effective: the launch of Badubotron, a streaming platform hosting concerts from Badu's home that could be viewed for the nominal fee of $1. These attracted more than a hundred thousand fans enamored of Badu's elaborate costumes, wild performances, and otherworldly DIY sets. In one of her shows, Badu and her band appeared to perform inside huge inflatable bubbles. The singer's popular online merch store, Badu World Market, also went live. "We just kind of came together as a family and it was like, Oh, we actually have a company right here," says Koko, whose son, Malcolm, and daughter, Diamond, also work for brand Badu. "Everyone stepped up."

The latest family member to join the team is Badu's daughter Puma. Listening to her cover her mother's songs on TikTok, you can barely tell their voices apart. She and boyfriend Sean have been serving as Badu's personal assistants for a little over a year, which means, among other things, ensuring Badu has the 15 to 20 trunks of clothing and accessories she needs on tour. "I don't know how other family workplace dynamics go," Puma says, "but it's like a real job, and I have to buckle down and do what I need to do or else word is going to get to the CEO and I'm not going to get paid. You know what I mean?"

Inside Badu's home, it's a veritable Aladdin's cave of tchotchkes and objets d'art, with Buddha statues lining the staircase, African masks hanging on the walls, and Indian marigold garlands strung in the windows. Badu, in a silk Libertine caftan printed with pictures of monkeys in space suits, leads her guests past her recording studio to the living area, where two larger-than-life Malian brass busts have glowing sticks of incense sprouting from their heads. The fireplaces casts shadows on vintage furniture, including a throne-like peacock love seat and a retro-futurist egg pod chair. In the corner, an upright piano is buttressed by a stack of vintage Louis Vuitton trunks.

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SPEAKING OF FURSONAS-

Hey Lorwolf players! Are you in Goldsea? Do you like riddles? If yes, come check out Riddle Me This!; an in-pack event I’ve been working on for about a month or so for the members of Goldsea! The first season is up and running now and currently we’re on Round 2! This one seems to be a bit harder than I intended it to be, ha, but take that as an opportunity to test your Lorwolf knowledge and see if you can figure it out! Header artwork provided by the incredible HaloCat on-site. :)

(Fursona rambling under cut lol)

I haven’t had a proper sona-sona in years, I just use pictures of lynxes (especially eurasian lynxes) because I love them, so I’d still call that my sona just not quite in the same way as most people it seems. But thankfully most people are pretty willing to work with that! I literally just hand them pictures of lynxes and say ‘like this’ lol, there’s no set design. Mentioning fursonas made me think of this and reminded me I needed to advertise the event on Tumblr because I went ‘hey, I have gotten some art of me done recently!’

I guess another difference between me and most sonas is that like, it’s not a character? It’s not ‘oh there’s me the person and then my sona is a re-imagining of me with a different backstory’, it’s just. Me. We might make jokes that ‘oh I’m actually an ancient eldritch entity’ but it’s not like, a separate character? It’s just, me. I work in a veterinary diagnostic lab. I would like to get art of a lynx in a lab coat and gloves at some point and maybe the safety glasses I never wear that live in my chest pocket asdfghjkl because hey! That’s me! There is no ‘Lynx’ as a sona that’s just. My username. That’s me, the person. That’s just what I go by. There’s no character here it’s just me.

Idk, I feel like I always have a bit of trouble explaining that lol. Like any artwork of me with friends isn’t ‘my sona with the friends in her backstory’ it’s just, me with my friends avatars. The ‘characters’ in there aren’t character-characters they’re just. Real people. Like that header art isn’t ‘Lynx and a vespen’ it’s me and one of my many vespens, idk idk lol

For the curious the other pieces of art I have are my avatar lol (for the record I don’t smoke, I’ve never even touched alcohol and am only considering possibly seeking a form medical marijuana as an oil for pain purposes some day, or seeing if I can get my paws on some non-medical oil/edibles from somewhere for my mom who has fibro; I’m actually quite against smoking bc you’re also potentially harming people around you, but if you do it somewhere as private as possible or if everyone’s already involved I’ll frown at you disapprovingly for fucking up your lungs but leave you to it lol. I just don’t like mind-altering substances idk like my own brain messes with me too much sometimes I don’t want to add something else to that man), and then this a friend drew 😭 we were messing around with a little music generator and I said mine sounded like a shop theme so one of my friends drew me this

It made me so stupidly happy you have no idea 😭

I was putting my different screen names from different discord servers into it and this one gave me a straight up shop theme asdfghjkl (this isn’t the music generator this is my music app lol)

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The Brilliance of McJuggerNuggets My Virtual Escape. WEBLOG 5

I've been a fan of deep storytelling for a very long time. At the end of last year, I watched a youtube web series by a YouTuber called McJuggerNuggets (A.K.A Jesse Ridgeway) . This series is called "My Virtual Escape". The series tells the tale of a young adult named Isaac who is suffering from depression and has a poor relationship with his father and stepmother. He is also shown to consume a lot of marijuana. The main plot of the show is Isaac ends up getting his hands on a virtual reality headset that when put on takes him into an online game that is pretty much a simulation of the real world. The goal of the game is to be the last one standing and reach a place called "Haven" where they can get a wish of their choice granted. However, the twist is that if you die in the game when playing on the game's ranked mode (A.K.A the mode that allows you to kill other players) You end up dying in real life. Throughout the story, Isaac meets several people in the game and outside the game. Mainly Arachnid. A feared player of the game who is very hostile but ends up allying with Isaac to get to the end of the game. There is a lot of creativity with the idea and we see a lot of great and creative things put into this story. However, i feel the thing that resonates with me the most about this series is how real it feels. Isaac isn't an action here or the savior of humanity, He is just a boy suffering from the tragic death of somebody close in his life and that is what makes him so relatable. He is somebody who feels stuck, he puts on a facade with his attitude but deep down he is just a boy who is suffering inside. The VR game is a metaphor for Escapism as it is a lot like the real world but gives the player a certain amount of freedom and allows them to be the person they want to be. The story has a heavy theme of Escapism but also has the message to be grateful for what you have. My Virtual Escape is a brilliant story and really makes you feel the emotional events that take place. Isaac is such a layered character that almost anyone can relate to him in some way and because of that he is one of my favorite characters I have seen in any kind of work of fiction.

[newlyy]

chantal/foodie beauty

is a canadian youtuber in her late 30s whose channel has existed for, id say, more than five, less than ten years. she’s morbidly obese and, like amberlynn reid, a part of “gorl world,” in that she’s a favorite of reaction channels (generally, if someone reacts to ALR, they also react to chantal). her channel has gone through multiple identities, from being a weight loss channel, to being a mukbang channel, to being a neither and both channel, and she, like ALR, consistently begins and falls off of diets and eating trends (keto, juice cleanses, vegetarianism, veganism, etc). She’s incredibly impulsive, incredibly nasty when she’s pissed off (which she frequently is, at reaction channels and others), and is known for her lewd, TMI storytimes.

A bit over a year ago, she started a relationship with a man called Nader that was deeply unhealthy. She alleged abuse and SA at his hands and filed some charges (which, iirc, she later dropped, as well as, I believe, violating a court order to stay away from him). Nader, while dating chantal, was also in a relationship with a woman called Dee Dee, who was a subscriber of chantal’s channel and met Nader through that. Nader has his own youtube channel where he ostensibly makes cooking videos, but far more frequently now just gets on lives with dee dee and talks shit about chantal for views and money (nader’s well-known as a grifter and was living off of chantal before he began living off of dee dee). chantal hates both nader and dee dee; she refers to nader as “trash bag” and dee dee as “doo doo,” which is typical of her maturity level. There are more standout moments in all the nader saga, including chantal shaving her head in a live stream and allegedly developing a short cocaine addiction, but that’s the gist. 

This bring us forward to the Kuwait arc. in the last months of 2022, Chantal met a man in Kuwait online--I don’t know how to spell his name, but it’s pronounced Salah, so that’s what im going with. By December of 2022, she claimed to be in love with him, flew to kuwait, and allegedly married him, though a lot of people doubt whether the marriage is real. around this time, chantal also began wearing hijab and claiming to be muslim (which is insane, but on par with chantal’s pattern of very quickly and impulsively picking things up, then later abandoning them). since being in kuwait, chantal as made vlogs with salah (mostly food videos, but also visiting places and showing prayer in a mosque) and they’ve started their own couples vlogging channel. reaction channels question salah’s motives in dating/marrying chantal, wondering if he’s aiming to obtain Canadian citizenship through marriage (salah is stereotypically handsome and younger than chantal and again, they knew each other online for only a few months before deciding to marry). salah and chantal both maintain that they are in love and for chantal’s part i believe her (i don't think she knows what it is to actually be in love, but i think she’s genuinely convinced herself she is), for salah’s part.....i doubt it. the PDA they show in their videos is forced and awkward. 

Since being in kuwait, chantal has adopted a new persona of a pious, soft-spoken muslim woman, who is no longer feeding into internet drama and is above her somewhat seedy past of half-clothed mukbangs high on marijuana, telling stories about her sexual escapades. However, nader and dee dee continue making lives where they discuss chantal, because again, thats‘s how they make money, and, because chantal has no self control, she herself will go live in kuwait to respond to what they say, wearing the hijab, falling back into her loud, brash, nasty persona. 

Recently, a former friend of salah’s in kuwait, who met chantal during a camping outing they had with other couples (I think), made a YT channel and stated he was going to “spill the tea” on chantal and salah, i.e. what chantal is really like, whether they’re actually married, etc. (I don’t know if I believe what he says--he may be telling the truth but hes also definitely motivated by youtube money and followers; he refused to speak on chantal and salah until he reached a certain number of subscribers). Chantal obviously had a big reaction to this, went live, and tore apart with man and his wife in her particularly nasty way (also made a weird reference to him and his wife housing four “black men” in their home, and implying that the husband was a cuck. people questioned why the race of the men was relevant). 

the current drama is, in response i guess to another live from nader, salah came on camera a few days ago and called nader, in arabic, (which nader speaks) a f*g and trnny. chantal excused it as just the male culture in kuwait, but is receiving backlash, even from her loyal followers, for homophobia and transphobia.

Also, side note, chantal has a long time roommate/former lover named Peetz whom she lived with in Canada (he still lives in the apartment that chantal is presumably paying for while in kuwait. Peetz has a small youtube channel, but doesn’t have a job). He’s depressed, a brony, comes off as slightly autistic, and is dabbling in a trans woman identity lately. 

:)

pictured: salah and chantal on one of their many lives

[northwest-cryptid]

I don't know if you're talking specifically about Delta 9 THC but generalizing it to just recreational weed makes that last statement literally just false information. Not trying to say that was intentional or anything, I also don't intend to come across like some stoner who's nitpicking. I just figure there's people out there who might want information because that's kind of a big statement considering 15% is estimated to be roughly 51,000,000 people.

You can legally purchase recreational weed of the Delta 8 isolate* in Alabama, Georgia, Florida, and South Carolina. Furthermore you can legally purchase recreation weed of the Delta 10 isolate in Alabama, and Georgia, though while it's federally legal Florida and South Carolina both consider it illegal on a state level. Which is fine because you can still purchase Delta 8 completely legally.

There are vape shops all over the place that will gladly sell you anything from buds, to vapes, to gummies and oils. There are online shops that ship anywhere in the US so long as the product is legal in your state.

*Delta 8/10 is literally just an isolate of the plant, it's still weed, people just get really elitist about it because it's legal and Delta 9 THC is only legal at 0.3% because it's been around longer and is easier to control because people call it "weed" and I swear people have been convinced it's the only real weed and as someone who used to literally grow the stuff and worked in an dispensary it's really annoying to see people discredit Delta 8 and Delta 10 as being something like a synthetic when it's literally not. There's this wide spread belief that it doesn't get you "as high" or that the "effect isn't as intense" and that is honestly such a dumb thing to care about. Mostly because there's not really an easy measure of that. As someone who literally legally grew marijuana when I lived on the west coast; I am no stranger to Delta 9 THC. I can safely say that I've been using Delta 8 and Delta 10 for everything from pain relief to recreational fun high times for the last like 4 years and the idea of it "not making me as high" has literally never been a problem. Especially not when there are gummies that contain 100mg and considering you can literally vape or smoke as much as you want. None of this accounts for the fact that many places where both are legal have started mixing the two. If you're curious what the difference between Delta 9 and Delta 8 is... it's the fact that Delta 8 is bound on the 8th Carbon rather than the 9th.

All that being said, this is still really funny.

The Eastern Band of Cherokee in rural western North Carolina recently legalized weed on their land and there are now several hundred people waiting in line to buy some on day one. The mountain folk demand weed

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Top Marijuana Doctors in Pittsburgh

Marijuana can often provide a safer alternative than opioids for managing pain, as well as alleviating cancer-related symptoms; yet many patients remain reluctant to discuss medical marijuana with their providers.

Records demonstrate that some Pennsylvania doctors annually approve thousands of medical marijuana cards; however, some have had issues with state health officials due to past misconduct.

Dr. Sam 420

Dr Sam 420 provides patients with safe, convenient and professional medical marijuana evaluation from their own homes. He assists individuals looking to secure legal medical cannabis cards by providing all of the required documentation - all remote visits can take place either by telephone or video chat - with Dr Sam reviewing medical histories to determine eligibility under one of 23 state approved conditions while answering any queries you might have about cannabis therapy.

He can assist in getting the maximum benefits out of medical marijuana, including selecting an effective strain suited for your specific condition such as fibromyalgia, migraines or nerve damage-induced neuropathies; insouciance anxiety restlessness among others.

His practice specializes in interventional pain management practices such as transforaminal, epidural and trigger point injections as well as PRP injections, spinal cord stimulation and radiofrequency ablation. He completed a fellowship in interventional pain management practices as well as seeking new medical education opportunities to ensure his patients receive top care. He has helped numerous people overcome pain through nonsurgical solutions such as medical marijuana use or even helping reduce opioid dependency dramatically.

Dr. Adam Rothschild

Family medicine physicians specialize in meeting the medical needs of all age groups and can treat common conditions like diabetes, high cholesterol and allergies. If necessary they can also refer patients for further testing by specialists as well as offering preventative services like screenings or vaccinations.

Pittsburgh passed an ordinance in 2024 that protects employees who hold state-issued medical marijuana cards from discrimination in the workplace. Like similar legislation elsewhere, this ordinance prevents employers from requiring pre-hire drug tests of applicants or current employees who use marijuana medicinally as well as taking any adverse employment actions due to such use without reasonable suspicion of impairment occurring at work.

While Pittsburgh and Philadelphia differ significantly in their approaches to pre-hire marijuana testing, both cities require employers to review their drug screening policies and procedures in order to comply with them. One approach would be for employers to coordinate with their drug testing vendors to remove THC (an active ingredient found in marijuana) from pre-hire and random panels of tests.

Dr. Adam Rothschild has earned four out of five stars from his patients. He is associated with multiple hospitals including UPMC Presbyterian and Jefferson Hospital and accepts multiple insurance plans; additionally he holds board certification in Family Medicine.

The Sanctuary

Pennsylvania medical marijuana patients now have access to an abundance of dispensaries across the state. Pittsburgh boasts many popular dispensaries known for offering exceptional customer service and quality products.

Trulieve is one of Pittsburgh's premier dispensaries, known for its quick wait times and friendly staff, large selection of products, and daily deals to save customers money. Maitri Medicinals stands out as another great Pittsburgh dispensary with superior products and knowledgeable budtenders; plus a rewards program where patients can earn points on purchases they make!

Sanctuary dispensary provides customers with an exclusive experience. Their online ordering system allows patients to view real-time pricing and availability as well as reserve products for pick-up - making the entire process effortless.

To become a medical marijuana patient in Pennsylvania, first register at the Pennsylvania Department of Health website. Next, arrange to meet with a state-approved physician for certification - you can use Elevate Holistics Telemedicine Platform or PA Medical Marijuana Program website to find an appointment slot with them. After being certified, log back in to your Pennsylvania patient profile and request your card.

Good Vibe Medical

Good Vibe Medical's goal is to bring joy and positivity into healthcare, believing that by creating more joy for their patients' lives they can aid in faster healing processes.

Good Vibe Medical provides compassionate, knowledgeable, and caring doctors who strive to help their patients feel their best again. They take great pride in offering medical cannabis cards.

Schedule a telemedicine appointment to see if you qualify for your medical marijuana card without ever leaving the comfort of your own home. These physicians are registered with the Department of Health Medicinal Marijuana Programs and can assist in getting you approved and beginning treatment immediately.

Good Vibes offers more than just medical marijuana services; they also provide various wellness treatments, including the P-Shot (also known as the Priapus Shot). This revolutionary solution for erectile dysfunction and other sexual health concerns uses platelet-rich plasma therapy to stimulate tissue growth, blood vessel formation, and overall improved sexual function. Furthermore, Good Vibes also offers various nutrient IVs designed to boost energy, increase metabolism, or both!