humanity

The real-life lives of pot advocates, influences, growers, users, advocacy and more.

  • Stephen Chan Wah
    Published 2 years ago
    A Journey with Ganja

    A Journey with Ganja

    I still remember the first time I ever tried Marijuana. The year was 2013; seventeen-year-old me was fresh-faced, still struggling to grow out a beard. All of my friends at the time—minus one or two—were smoking weed already, and I was one of the last people in my group to try it. The reason behind that was because I absolutely despised smoking at the time. Call it childish and idealistic (which it was), I hated the idea of smoking because I had grown up watching my father and uncles smoke cigarettes and the concept of them doing something that actively shortened their lives infuriated me. I promised myself at a young age that I would never become a smoker...
  • Daniel Shepherd
    Published 2 years ago
    Bud for My Buds

    Bud for My Buds

    Let me start this out with a short story about my first experience with Marijuana. I was just a lad in high school with a dream to be a game designer, I had never tried any drugs because I was a gamer nerd with very few friends. That being said, my sister was quite the opposite. She was a social butterfly and us being two years apart, we always had a decent relationship as family, She is the first person that introduced me to Marijuana and so trusting her instincts, I tried it. Bad goes to worse here as, in fact, I knew nothing about the drug and I didn't know what different types of plants or strains were available, about 30 minutes after coughing up a lung I started getting pale and dizzy, I ended up in the bathroom for about three hours puking my guts out and trying to keep my composure. From that day on, I decided it was not for me, I had no other information about it, and I had no interest in knowing more. I only knew that it made me sick so obviously it was not good for me. From that day forward, I made a conscious decision to never smoke it again and to avoid being manipulated into trying again. I ended up telling most people I was allergic to it and if I tried I could possibly end up in the hospital. That being said, I had no idea the reason in which I had thrown up or why the drug made me feel the way I did.
  • Baby Griddy
    Published 2 years ago
    How Weed Saved My Life

    How Weed Saved My Life

    By now, many stoners (if not all) are familiar with the health benefits of cannabis. Medical marijuana is now associated with the treatment of anxiety and depression, among other conditions. However, to me, weed is something much more than just another drug to help with my mental health issues. It is like an emotional painkiller and it helps me heal from within. It essentially saved my life when I was at my lowest. And it continues to do so.
  • Bradford Tanguilig
    Published 2 years ago
    How Smoking Marijuana Brought Us Closer

    How Smoking Marijuana Brought Us Closer

    Originally, myself, my brother and sister were never as close. I truly believe that our relationship with one another when we were younger was toxic. We tended to get into arguments with each other over the stupidest things you could imagine; this one time, they fought over who got to watch what on TV. That fight ended up with a bloody nose and my siblings not talking to each other for a couple of weeks. As kids, we always fought, with no sign of a compromise. Maybe it was the way we were raised or maybe it was our genetics, but we were always fighting when we weren't getting along. We fought and fought, and someone always ended up crying. Maybe it was because there were three of us, competing with one another, or maybe it was just because we hated each other. But our sibling relationship was disastrous.
  • Lewis Bolton
    Published 3 years ago
    Drugs, According to a 16-Year-Old
  • Chasse Gibeault
    Published 3 years ago
    DMT (Dimethyltryptamine)

    DMT (Dimethyltryptamine)

    When most people talk about their DMT experiences, one usually thinks of breaking through the mold that confines them to their bodies. Entering a hyperspace reality where great wisdom is shared to them by indescribable intelligent life forces. What people don't talk about, or at least not often, is about the times that didn't happen. The times they felt trapped. The times they were faced with the choice of leaving behind this human experience, and couldn't. The times that third hit was out of reach, or when integration was neglected. In the following, I am going to tell you a bit about my non-breakthrough DMT experiences.
  • Macaria Chaparro Martinez
    Published 3 years ago
    Oh Shit, Am I a Stoner?

    Oh Shit, Am I a Stoner?

    Amazon searches included smell-proof weed containers and 5 piece grinders when I finally presented myself with the question, "Oh shit, am I a stoner?"
  • Nicola Morrison
    Published 3 years ago
    How Magic Mushrooms Allowed Me to Get Over My Ex

    How Magic Mushrooms Allowed Me to Get Over My Ex

    A quick Google search will tell you that magic mushrooms are a known, yet (rather absurdly) illegal, anti-depressant. To quote a headline from The Metro, magic mushrooms, "do in 30 seconds what anti-depressants take four weeks to do." And believe me, they’re not lying. It’s true, and I want to scream it from the top of every platform on the internet. It’s been a mere two weeks since I learned of my soon-to-be-fiancés infidelity, sat in a shitty Chinese restaurant that she decided to "treat" me to before dropping the bomb. Admittedly, we had been having problems that enriched a particular depressive episode for us both, but I think we can all agree that mundane relationship struggles never have, and never will, warrant cheating. No matter how hard your immature, insignificant other tries to justify it. Unsurprisingly, I was completely heartbroken. To the point where my heart hurt to beat and I couldn’t breathe for the pain. My life had been ripped from my feet. She was my future, my past, and my present, my home of which we had worked hard together to make our own. Everything, gone. Over a plate of rapidly cooling prawns with fried rice. I spent three days continuously crying, unable to eat or sleep. I chain smoked approximately 142 cigarettes and drank more alcohol than I would in a month. When the initial shock was over, and I had gained some sort of strength to actually do something about it, I packed a bag and got a train back to my beloved hometown where my family and friends were all too ready to help a girl out. Unfortunately, like an increasing number of people in the UK, I suffer from episodic depression of which the last six months had played out quite potently. The black cloud condensed me so violently that I was regularly contemplating suicide. It was impossible to find reasons to live; to stay and fight the light of the morning every, single, day. Throw a cheating partner into the mix, and you got yourself at the bottom of a hole deeper than the repercussions of a North Korean missile. "Are you sure I can take these if I feel so bad?" I cautioned, surrounded by a hundred fire-breathing hippies upon the sand of one of the UK’s finest beaches. They assured me that it would be fine, to take it slow, and perhaps swallow only half to begin with. Although my experience with psychedelics was reasonable, I had never had this strain of shrooms and neither had I felt so fucking bad within myself. I was undoubtedly going through the worst time of my life. But what followed…is what I can only describe as an awakening. On so many wonderful, colourful levels. The serotonin that had been dangerously low in my brain (since puberty, probably) took only 20 minutes to storm with a vengeance. A tsunami of positive emotions contoured my cheeks into a smile so pure and wide that I was using facial muscles I never knew I had. Honestly! I was really, truly smiling for the very first time. The grey, dejected exhaustion of the world flipped on its head and I was swimming in the bliss that actually does exist for us humans. It’s just that some of us spend our entire lives struggling to perceive it. Amongst the giggles and textures of the sea reflecting the moonlight, the Envies gifted me with a solid realisation that life is a blessing and I’m lucky to possess it (the polar opposite of what my consciousness was previously screaming into my thoughts). Even once the colours stopped twirling and the hexagons relaxed, the heightened feeling of self-worth and understanding remained. The next morning I was genuinely, ecstatically happy. I was productive, clear and it felt amazing. It still feels amazing even a week later. Why? Because of a little ingredient called psilocybin. This gem of a chem gives the user an almost immediate release from depression and anxiety, stimulating the brain to a chemical frequency that can give very profound and very meaningful experiences. Some would go as far to describe it as spiritual. Myself included. In 2016, the Medical Research Council conducted a study with University College London and The Royal London Hospital to test the effects of psilocybin on people with moderate to severe depression. 12 volunteers were given a single dose of psilocybin and measured in terms of intensity during their trip, to calculate the potentiality and relevant side-effects of the drug in treating depression. The results showed that over half of the volunteers were free from depression for a week after treatment and the remainder were depression-free for up to three months. This is because psilocybin is a serotonin receptor, allowing the "feel good" chemicals in your brain to function at a higher rate, obliterating the black cloud and all the other relentless anxieties some of us battle with on a daily basis. The magic in those mushrooms dictated with precision that I didn’t deserve what she did, and in return, she didn’t deserve me. I am not only wholeheartedly accepting of the sudden end to my relationship but I am accepting of pretty much everything that surrounds it; I’m still an ageing, recently single, technically homeless, under-educated struggling writer with an unstable government negotiating a messy Brexit but it’s my outlook on all that shit that has infinitely changed. And I’m over you.
  • Kimberly Miller
    Published 3 years ago
    Why the Rise in Marijuana Moms?

    Why the Rise in Marijuana Moms?

    As I was going through my morning emails today, a subject line caught my attention. It read:
  • Richard Huffman
    Published 3 years ago
    My Life of Seclusion with My Wife, Dog & Cat, and Medical Marijuana!

    My Life of Seclusion with My Wife, Dog & Cat, and Medical Marijuana!

    So, Vocal Culture emailed me to say that I had five drafts, but I like to think ahead of myself and have stories formulate in my mind ahead of time, and I start with a title and the picture. And, basically I wing it from there. That's the "special" brain I have.
  • Aunt Mary
    Published 3 years ago
    Pot and Parenting

    Pot and Parenting

    Marijuana is now, for the most part, mainstream. But there is still work to be done. Over the next few years, we should expect the self-righteous folk, who feel smoking pot is still socially unacceptable and are unwilling to drop the lessons taught to them by misinformation, to continue besmirching those that use marijuana.
  • Les Fleming
    Published 3 years ago
    How I Met Myself

    How I Met Myself

    It was the first time I had ever taken what Terrence McKenna had called a heroic dose. Five dried grams of premium psilocybin mushrooms. I was not prepared.