Hey people :) I'm here to meet and make a lot of new friends to talk to and maybe have some fun depending, but mostly looking for people to talk to and have a nice time
im 18 and a guy
im a dominate who's also looking for a girl willing to become my submissive, if not it's okay
Recently harshly dumped
If you want to talk or something along those lines please PM me with your kik or snapchat
And I will add you
powerful life story of bronx girl Beauty’s lime-green tights set her apart from the dreariness of a street lined with parked semi-trucks and empty walls topped with razor wire. She was working, waiting for men who would pay her for sex. It was March of 2012, and she had been in Hunts Point, in the Bronx borough of New York City, only a few months. I was a year into a project photographing and documenting the lives of street addicts.
She approached me with a broad smile and a want to talk. After an hour of listening, I asked her the question I asked everyone: “How do you want to be described?”
“Like in one sentence?”
“Yes, one sentence.”
Beauty
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Beauty in the Bronx, 2013. Photograph: Chris Arnade
“I’m a good person. I don’t like to see anyone down. I like to make people happy.” She smiled, “Yo, that is like three sentences, but you a writer, right? So you can turn that shit into one sentence.”
For the next three years, as my project deepened, I looked forward to my time with Beauty. Mostly it was late-night conversations on empty streets, but being her friend also meant spending time in hospitals, prisons and other sad institutions.
She had it rough – beaten by men, selling sex to survive, and living under bridges, on roofs, in shelters. Yet she didn’t feel sorry for herself. She didn’t want or expect sympathy, because she wasn’t a victim. She was Beauty, she had it pretty good, and she could never imagine things weren’t going to get better.
I loved listening to her: the quick wit, and her nonstop stories told in a voice closer to singing than talking. She made me, and everyone else, laugh about things that had no right to be funny. She would spin a 15-minute soliloquy, her arms waving and her face one big smile, about having no home, about riding the subway at night to sleep and staying away from men trying to grab her in the dark:
“Of course I pissed in my pants. Yo. I can’t just whip out my dick, riding between rolling cars, and piss into a tunnel. The 2 train doesn’t have toilets and sinks. You understand? I got to let it loose in my pants. I done jumped the turnstile once, and I ain’t gonna do it again, so I just go. You got to. It be like, at first, damn that is warm, and then I forget about it, because it just pee.”
She could be lost to rage, but a rage every other New Yorker understands, one that comes from not suffering fools, especially people who take themselves far too seriously. “Yo. Are the cops being real? Throwing me a disorderly conduct, when all I was doing was just sitting on the wall sipping a grape soda? Grape soda, straight up. Not mixed with anything. They always hasseling me for being me.”
Whenever I saw her, I made the offer I make everyone I work with in the Bronx: I will drive them away from Hunts Point to anywhere in the US. This Christmas, Beauty asked to be driven back to Oklahoma City, to stay with her mother...
Bronx Beauty: struggling with addiction, my friend still made it home | Society | The Guardian
Funny Story from My Teens I want to share some funny stories from my early teens when I was a pothead (I have many such stories).
Story 1:
I was 14 and at the time I would usually have a roach to hotknife in the morning before going to school.
My mom would leave for work about a half hour before me, and that is when I would smoke and exhale into the fan above the stove.
One morning my mother was not going to work that day and I had not been aware of this.
I was already in a bad mood and had already probably been arguing with her about something else (I was very rebellious at the time).
I really wanted to smoke before going to school that day.
I angrily decided to try and discretely heat up my hotknives (I was using spoons that were hammered flat) on the stove and smoke anyway.
My idea was to run over to the balcony and exhale outside.
My mom was also awake and walking around the house, and in all reality I knew that she would smell it and/or catch me in the act, but I was pissed off and just wanted to have my hit before leaving the house.
Because she was walking in and out of the kitchen also, I decided to heat up only one of my 'hotspoons', and to put the kettle on the same burner to hide it.
My idea was to sandwitch the weed between the single hotspoon and the stovetop.
Anyway, my mom comes into the kitchen and without any hesitation walks up to me at the stove, takes the kettle off of the burner and turns off the burner angrily.
She 'scolds' me for trying to smoke inside, and is further angry that I have stolen one of her good spoons to use for hotkniving.
Anyway I don't think I ended up smoking that morning.
Story 2:
When I was 13 I was staying in a group home type of place (as a result of my delinquent behavior at the time).
The owner of the group home said that he doesn't agree with us smoking pot, but because he knows we are going to do it anyway we might as well do it in the house to stay out of trouble.
The other kid there was an Inuit guy who 'wasn't the sharpest knife in the drawer'.
Him and I were smoking pot and watching TV and he says "Hey! Look a roach! I'm going to smoke it in my pipe!".
I thought it was cool, but wasn't extremely interested.
He kept going on endlessly about "Dude, look at this roach! Its SOOOO resiny! This is gunna get me so high!"
He was going on about it excessively about how great this roach was for so long that I lost my temper and yelled at him to shut the fuck up about the roach.
Keep in mind 2 things: 1) We didn't know where this particular roach came from, because we had already smoked all of our roaches 2) the lighting is rather dim.
Finally he decides to smoke it in his pipe.
He inhales and says "Ohh! What the fuck!?" ... "Oh Fuck!! Its a bug!!!".
I laughed.
Looks like this mistery roach may have actually been a cocroach or some kind of beetle/moth or something.
Funny times. (Many more stories to share if you guys like reading them).
Freakishly weird weed reaction! Is this normal? I've smoked weed quite a few times in the past and it's chilled me out a little but the negatives have always outweighed the positives, such as very bad paranoia, anxiety and a general uncomfortable feeling.
Recently I had a smoke before a night out. Like usual, at first it felt good, little mellow, was joking around with my mates and then we got a cab to a club (never smoking before going out again, just felt tired). As we got in the cab, I properly started tripping out like never before. The weirdest things were happening to me, every single thing that I thought about was making me over think things to the point where I was actually scared. I noticed that because of all this thinking inside my head that I had stopped talking to everybody which made me panic because I'm usually never quiet. Then the worst of all, I really focused on my friends conversation and suddenly couldn't understand what they were saying, literally not a word. I couldn't even think in my head as I couldn't understand the voice in my head. Absolute mindfuck. I tried speaking but couldn't which made freaked me out. We finally got out of the cab and I could understand again but I was so scared I made my friend promise me that I'd never smoke weed again.
Being stupid of me, a week later I was bored and decided to have another smoke. This time I went into my room once I had smoked it and chilled, listened to some Bob Marley when all of a sudden I started to feel my heart beating really fast, at first I tried to forget about it but in the end I just couldn't because the feeling was really enhanced like I could feel it within my whole chest. Then weirdly, every body part that I thought about started doing something weird. For example, I thought about having a dead leg and instantly I physically couldn't move that leg, then as soon as I thought about being able to move it I could. This may sound absolutely ridiculous but it's true. Then from being really high I thought about the feeling of being sober and being truthfully honest I felt completely sober, 100% fine. I got up from the slouched position I'd been in for 10 minutes or so and walked around my room, I was completely shocked. I quickly sat back down to message my mate on Facebook about it and then I was back to the high state again. I really think weed has fucked up affects on me but it would be interesting if anyone has had anything similar happen to them.
Both nights I smoked about half a blunt with a friend (I'm so inexperienced with weed, not even sure if that's a lot! haha)
But please reply with your opinion, thanks!
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How much trouble am I in? So last night I knocked out a traffic sign and got pulled over. He knew I was drunk, so he took me in. Once we got to the police station I blew a 32 (Yes, I realize that I'm a complete idiot.) So yeah I was charged with reckless, negligent, and drunk driving. I'm not going to jail am I? I mean I don't care if I have to pay fines or if I have to do community service or anything, I just can't go to jail. I'm a 21 yo white male (genetic lottery!) from Maryland without any criminal record aside from a traffic ticket like 3 years ago. Thanks gang. And if anybody has any advice in general it would be appreciated. And yes, I'm aware of how stupid I am, I'm seriously trying to get my act together but I just can't stop acting so impulsively.12
Please, I really need some help. So let me just give you a summary of my life this past year.
Went to Fl for rehab, then met a guy and moved with him. We got married (and are now separated) we started using again and about 8 months ago I became an alcoholic, had detoxed on my own with benzos, and have severe depression, anxiety and panic attacks to this day because of it.
I live on a couch with some people that aren't great friends, because I have no where else to go.
I got a prescription for ativan and its been helping with my anxiety.
I take it three times a day for about a month now.. and last night I drank.
I've read that if you have had alcohol withdrawals in the past and you drink on benzos you will withdrawal again.
I'm scared and lost and confused and tired of thinking I'm going to die at any moment.
I just want to fix myself and I keep messing up.
I just needed to get it out there, and it would be really nice if anyone has any kind words for me.
Drinking and clubbing Ok, so the night is still young but I decided to end it early. I went out with a few friends, had the drinks flowing, went to the next venue and decided to end it there.
clubbig isn't what it used to be, maybe because I'm comparing it to raving, which is no match haha. So I get out the club where two friends are waiting for me, and a guy is kicking off, police end up arresting him, not to mention there was a fight in the club. So I find my friends and they decide to go get a kebab in which I wait outside and observe another frame going on, which ended up with 3 of this guys friend pulling him away before more bouncers came and docked the guy up.
shortly after, enjoying my cigarette which I ponced from an old school friend I ran into, still observing a guy comes up to me, talking to me about fighting and fucking someone up, blah blah blah, I thought he was talking about the bouncers until I find out he's trying to start on me. So now trying to be a much better person instead of putting him in his place where I would have two years ago, even a year ago my friend comes over, he says a few rude comments to her and I just walk away.
ive realised, even though I'm pretty drunk how much my patience and maturity has grown, so we run into him later and he starts on my friend, ignoring me while standing right next to him, we jump in the cab and that's the end of that.
so, in conclusion, I've realised... How stupid are people to think that a night sampling some weed is more dangerous than a night out drinking alcohol, the amount of fights I've been In ffrom drinking (which I am in no way bragging or showing off about) compared to being on the streets smoking weed is like 100:1, what the fuck has society come too!!
im pretty proud of my new found patience and realisation, I'm so glad I've outgrown all these people who are years older than me and still going out drinking and looking for fights.
seriously though, surely people who have been clubbing has experienced this side of clubbing yet they say alcohol is so much better than weed and other euphoric drugs...
maybe im rambling on or I just don't even make sense, but just writing this out of my early ended night frustration to stupid ignorant minds who abuse alcohol...
1P-LSD I'm going out but I had to post this. it is looking like many places are begging to stock even this chemical.
If the major vendors, who have normally stayed away from some specialized chems and especially anything laid on blotters they are trying to muscle in on vendors who specialize in these and are the people responsible for bring every other lysergide over the last few years.
Doesn't look like they can match their prices though.123
Psychotherapy Don't know if this will get many replies on this forum, but thought I'd ask anyway.
Anyone here ever had Psychotherapy? And if so do you mind saying what is was to treat? I'm also interested to know how this helped you, if at all.
Peace and good vibes, Psy:t15166:
Why Weed Gives You The Munchies This seems to be pretty interesting stuff.
Why weed (and other cannabinoids) gives us?I mean, you?the munchies | Ars Technica
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