From preventatives to treatments and cures, Western medicine has been hugely positive for humanity in a lot of ways. Unfortunately, it includes fentanyl, which is not proving to be a huge positive for humanity … or for cannabis freedom. Politically, medically, and recreationally, Big Pharma and fentanyl continue to negatively impact the push to fully legalize cannabis.
From preventatives to treatments and cures, Western medicine has been hugely positive for humanity in a lot of ways. Today, Big Pharma gives us vaccines, insulin and blood pressure medications, antibiotics and chemotherapy, and painkillers for incurable conditions and for while we’re healing.
Unfortunately, those painkillers include fentanyl, which is not proving to be a huge positive for humanity … or for cannabis freedom. Politically, medically, and recreationally, Big Pharma and fentanyl continue to negatively impact the push to fully legalize cannabis.
I’ve been staring at half-written articles these past few months and getting nowhere. Since the most common writing advice given to me is “write what you know,” I figure that is most likely my best bet to get those creative juices flowing — along with a nice sativa hybrid. So once again I am writing about my slice of heaven: the incomparable Wreck Beach, located at the furthest western tip of Vancouver, BC. This time, I’m writing about Wreck Beach with kids — my kids!
While we here at Twelve High Chicks try to keep current events that don’t directly involve the cannabis freedom movement out of our articles, sometimes the world can’t be ignored. What happened in Charlottesville, VA this past weekend is one of those times. And the best way I can express what I’m feeling is through cannabis, with puff’n’pass poetry.
The world’s cannabis freedom movement is changing. Groups always change as they grow. Whether subculture or activism, group dynamics mean nothing stays the same. There are always disagreements within any progressive movement about what their goals are, how they should act, and whose ideas or opinions they should accept. As those movements grow, so do the disagreements.
Editor’s Note: This recap of the first photo shoot for Twelve High Chicks — which became “The Smoke Diaries” in Volume 1 — was originally published on November 12, 2014. Layout and phrasing have been updated for our current format.
When asked to write for Twelve High Chicks I had an idea of what I was getting into. But once I reached the location of the first photo shoot the experience became much more real. I’ve always been curious of what a photo shoot would be like, photography being an interest of mine, and here was my chance to see firsthand.
Lately there’s been murmurs about how progressive activism is cannibalizing itself. Complaints about “callout culture” and building one’s caché by tearing down others. So I’m writing an article on communities and how they change as they grow or their focus shifts. I wanted to look at what cannabis activism and the cannabis community can expect now and as we get closer to legalization.
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But while I was writing, we received this weird little email.
We’ve been critical of the influx of commercial interest in the growing cannabis industry, yet here we are reviewing corporate edibles. The cannabis community swaps lots of recipes and skills, why buy the end product instead of sharing the way to make it? Not all cannabis patients that can benefit from edibles can make them; in smaller towns or less-accepting cities finding a friendly, trustworthy, reliable edibles-maker isn’t easy; and these days there are a lot more medicinal edibles available commercially than just baked goods.
Cannaflage Designs do not disappear into the background. The first thought I had while viewing their lookbook was how vivid each garment is. I didn’t see the cannabis leaves in the fabric right away, but my eyes were drawn directly to the clothes. And the happy part of my brain flickered brighter when I did notice the patterns: lively fractals.
I smoked my first joint in Grade 9 with my best friend. I have never again laughed as hard as I did that night. But I also felt a calm that I remember quite well, that I still feel every time I smoke.
That calmness helped with many things. And when stoned, my mind wasn’t hung up on the words “you’re not a real girl, and you’re a failure for not being a real girl.” Instead, I composed songs, stories, and poems. I connected with my friends. Finally, I relaxed … and I started shopping in the boy’s section.
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