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novapsyche) wrote2003-08-19 07:55 pm
novapsyche) wrote2003-08-19 07:55 pm
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Yesterday a different guy hit on me at the bus station. Believe me, I don't try to attract attention. I try to avoid all eye contact at the bus station.
This man, who said he was from West Africa (which has to be true, considering his accent), would not take no for an answer. He must have asked me for my number 20 times in a row, not blinking once at my string of "no"s.
"Just give me your number."
"No, I'm sorry."
"Why?" *smiles*
"I'm just not looking to get involved with anyone right now."
"I'm just trying to find friends. I just moved to the area and am looking for someone to hang out with around town."
I didn't believe him for a second. I haven't been that naive in several years.
I saw him again today, boarding the same bus I was exiting. I slowed my footsteps and timed it so that he had little time to catch me in his line of sight. Not that I think he's a bad man (a bit overeager in his approach, yes). I just didn't want to go through that awkwardness again.
I'm thinking about putting together a mini-zine. I've been thinking about this for more than a year. It would be primarily a poetry magazine, yet focus on DXM and DXM culture (e.g., safety tips, trip reports, essays about dissociatives or dissociative activity).
I don't know how to announce it. I'm pretty much paralyzed by my lack of knowledge. It was one thing to start a poetry zine on campus, when there was a ready population to solicit. Now how do I go about things? I'm excited and scared. More the latter.
But I really want to do this. It's been so long since I've edited, and I love editing. And I adore poetry. After immersing myself in the stream of poetry earlier this year, I feel energized enough to give back in a more tangible form.
Plus, I want to get established soon so that I can submit a listing for the 2005 Poet's Market. That would be so cool. (Of course, I'd have to downplay the drug culture aspect a bit.)
This man, who said he was from West Africa (which has to be true, considering his accent), would not take no for an answer. He must have asked me for my number 20 times in a row, not blinking once at my string of "no"s.
"Just give me your number."
"No, I'm sorry."
"Why?" *smiles*
"I'm just not looking to get involved with anyone right now."
"I'm just trying to find friends. I just moved to the area and am looking for someone to hang out with around town."
I didn't believe him for a second. I haven't been that naive in several years.
I saw him again today, boarding the same bus I was exiting. I slowed my footsteps and timed it so that he had little time to catch me in his line of sight. Not that I think he's a bad man (a bit overeager in his approach, yes). I just didn't want to go through that awkwardness again.
I'm thinking about putting together a mini-zine. I've been thinking about this for more than a year. It would be primarily a poetry magazine, yet focus on DXM and DXM culture (e.g., safety tips, trip reports, essays about dissociatives or dissociative activity).
I don't know how to announce it. I'm pretty much paralyzed by my lack of knowledge. It was one thing to start a poetry zine on campus, when there was a ready population to solicit. Now how do I go about things? I'm excited and scared. More the latter.
But I really want to do this. It's been so long since I've edited, and I love editing. And I adore poetry. After immersing myself in the stream of poetry earlier this year, I feel energized enough to give back in a more tangible form.
Plus, I want to get established soon so that I can submit a listing for the 2005 Poet's Market. That would be so cool. (Of course, I'd have to downplay the drug culture aspect a bit.)
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why dxm though?
I had some fun with it for a while, even did a fourth plateau trip once, but to me it seems it can't compare with the chill truths of shrooms or the shattering glory of 'cid
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http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A17694-2003Aug19.html
No Woman Dreamed Up This Hocus-Pocus
By Courtland Milloy
Wednesday, August 20, 2003; Page B01
Have you heard about the African sex "cleanser" scam?
It goes like this: Widows and unmarried women in rural villages inevitably attract evil spirits, you see. And if those spirits are not "scrubbed out," the crops won't grow, and the cattle will die.
Enter the cleanser -- a man who roams from hut to hut getting paid to drive away the spirits by having sex with the women.
continued at
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/articles/A17694-2003Aug19.html