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.

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.

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