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February 14, 2017
I was able to heal my relationship with death, and that in turn allowed me to heal my relationship with life.
I was on duty the night Alex decided to commit suicide in the communal showers.
September 15, 2016
We passed out the tabs of acid, we toasted, and we dropped. And then suddenly, up we went. I stood up, gingerly putting my weight on my right leg. And...nothing. No pain. No tenderness. I was invincible.
September 9, 2016
I realized after a few songs that I was more into the music than I normally was. But then, the song “Let It Happen” by Tame Impala came on as if there was a switch inside my brain where the drug started working.
July 28, 2016
The LSD rushed through my gums and into my jaw at the same time the bitter drip of MDA slowly ran down the back of my throat. I didn’t exactly understand what was happening nor did I care because I was excited.
July 11, 2016
Fifteen years ago at the age of 15, I attended a house party where I was traumatically gang raped. At the time I was also a virgin. I was so ashamed, humiliated, and terrified that I never spoke about it again. Until recently.
May 17, 2016
The demonization of psychedelic culture is not a social justice issue, and using the language of social justice is damaging to those causes. Reaction piece in Coming Out of the Psychedelic Closet conversation series.
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