anon 0x5f said in #596 2y ago:
On my sixteenth birthday, I bought five grams of mushrooms, ate them in my bedroom, tuned my Walkman to Coast to Coast AM, flew out the window, and experienced ego death. A few months later, I took LSD sent in a Christmas card by friends on IRC. I got a tinfoil-wrapped bundle of AMT in the mail the next week and ate it on Wendy's chicken strips before going to see a hardcore show in a dingy hall. After my first year of university, I had taken ketamine, MDMA, a few exotic tryptamines, and a handful of other then-obscure research chemicals. Looking back, I was caught up in the romance of the scene. I wanted to have startling, enlightening experiences, but, partly down to that first experience, I was usually too anxious to push things to that level again. Romance and religion arrived to fill that particular void. Although there were a few experiments later on, including with harder drugs, and I did develop for stretches casual marijuana habits, the belief I had in the possibilities of the drug experience for enlightenment or recreated faded soon after graduation.
Many of my friends from that period, whether I knew them online or from school, had more commitment to the hobby. In my experience, the people that can get something from psychedelic drugs are those, whether because of temperament or upbringing, are willing to take risks. Many died young, which surprised me at the time, but makes more sense now. Most, it turned out, gave up on psychedelics for more immediately effective classes of sedatives, painkillers, and stimulants, which either killed them directly or eroded fatally their already minimal regard for their individual safety.
I share this personal experience not only because I hope it will be an entertaining preamble. I think it’s important to stake out some degree of authenticity in writing about these things.
This was on my mind as I read Benjamin Fong called Quick Fixes, which is about the world historical flow of drugs, licit and illicit, into the American marketplace. It’s a book that lacks teeth, without any authenticity to counteract its theoretical flimsiness.
Written by a progressive activist and socialist, published by Jacobin and Verso, it leans heavily on an explanation of illicit drug use as an outcome of the capitalist mode of production and the exploitation of workers. As a radical, he also gets some licks in the against the conservatives but also rival tendencies, attacking the left-wing fanatics of the 1960s for selling out, putting their kids on Prozac, and giving birth to the marketing of microdosing as an efficiency hack and the void of dissociatives as a cure for depression.
This is fine. It’s limited, however. The solution suggested by the author, which is the radical reform of the market economy through labor activism, is, whatever you think about the potential feasibility or outcomes of such a project, not particularly satisfying.
My own political take on drug enforcement is quite simple. I’m almost embarrassed to give it here, even writing anonymously, since it’s unfashionable (Benjamin Fong would certainly not approve) and makes demands for legal changes impossible in most jurisdictions in which this will be read… Like Fong, I do have grander schemes for social reform, but I will skip those. Compulsory rehabilitation is the only treatment for addicts. I don’t think any psychoactive compounds should be openly marketed. Underground peddlers of narcotics and psychiatrists should be sent for reeducation. The outlaw pursuit of psychedelic enlightenment, which will continue, as it does even in nations with the death penalty for selling stimulants and depressants, should be a fringe activity, fenced off from the masses by stiff laws and tight enforcement.
Many of my friends from that period, whether I knew them online or from school, had more commitment to the hobby. In my experience, the people that can get something from psychedelic drugs are those, whether because of temperament or upbringing, are willing to take risks. Many died young, which surprised me at the time, but makes more sense now. Most, it turned out, gave up on psychedelics for more immediately effective classes of sedatives, painkillers, and stimulants, which either killed them directly or eroded fatally their already minimal regard for their individual safety.
I share this personal experience not only because I hope it will be an entertaining preamble. I think it’s important to stake out some degree of authenticity in writing about these things.
This was on my mind as I read Benjamin Fong called Quick Fixes, which is about the world historical flow of drugs, licit and illicit, into the American marketplace. It’s a book that lacks teeth, without any authenticity to counteract its theoretical flimsiness.
Written by a progressive activist and socialist, published by Jacobin and Verso, it leans heavily on an explanation of illicit drug use as an outcome of the capitalist mode of production and the exploitation of workers. As a radical, he also gets some licks in the against the conservatives but also rival tendencies, attacking the left-wing fanatics of the 1960s for selling out, putting their kids on Prozac, and giving birth to the marketing of microdosing as an efficiency hack and the void of dissociatives as a cure for depression.
This is fine. It’s limited, however. The solution suggested by the author, which is the radical reform of the market economy through labor activism, is, whatever you think about the potential feasibility or outcomes of such a project, not particularly satisfying.
My own political take on drug enforcement is quite simple. I’m almost embarrassed to give it here, even writing anonymously, since it’s unfashionable (Benjamin Fong would certainly not approve) and makes demands for legal changes impossible in most jurisdictions in which this will be read… Like Fong, I do have grander schemes for social reform, but I will skip those. Compulsory rehabilitation is the only treatment for addicts. I don’t think any psychoactive compounds should be openly marketed. Underground peddlers of narcotics and psychiatrists should be sent for reeducation. The outlaw pursuit of psychedelic enlightenment, which will continue, as it does even in nations with the death penalty for selling stimulants and depressants, should be a fringe activity, fenced off from the masses by stiff laws and tight enforcement.
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