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I fell in love while candy flipping

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.

My Story of MDMA-Assisted Psychotherapy after a Life Changing Rape

Fifteen years ago at the age of 15, I attended a house party where I was traumatically gang raped. I was so ashamed, humiliated, and terrified that I never spoke about it again. Until recently.

Why I’m Staying In the Psychedelic Closet

The demonization of psychedelic culture is not a social justice issue, and using the language of social justice is damaging to those causes.