If you haven’t heard already, there’s a new marijuana movement growing.
Finally, one of science’s most important studies has been carried out:
Here’s the thing: When you’re writing about pot-infused products aimed at making sex more fun, there’s going to be nervous laughter and possibly blushing.
“I need you to review this lube.”
I have a strong preference for dating cannabis enthusiasts.
All bodies deserve pleasure.
"I know some of you consider yourselves hardcore tokers; otherwise, you wouldn't be reading this [particular book]. I’d bet my best Nepalese Temple and benwa balls that some of you are hardcore sex monkeys, too. It's amazing how often these attributes go hand-in-hand…"
It's recently come to my attention that certain factions of the legalization movement are boycotting THC-related events that allow synthetic "marijuana-substitutes" to display their wares, or have scantily clad "nurses" representing businesses purporting to be medical in nature. This is ridiculous and goes against every tenet of anti-prohibitionism I hold dear.
Everybody’s doing it, but only Mamakind writes about it. She embodies the counterculture combo of Chelsey Handler, Dan Savage and Tommy Chong—with a little Barbra Streisand thrown in for good measure.