Years ago I “stumbled into” a lecture on human sexuality, and it turned out to be largely about our genders -- our X and Y chromosomes and the various combinations thereof, our several gender- and sexual-related hormones, and so on and so forth. What an eye-opener! Previously, I was under the impression there were simply two genders. Then it turned out there is not only a linear spectrum of gender-characteristics with the two basic genders at their respective ends of that spectrum, but a veritable three-dimensional universe of such characteristics spanning a number of biological and emotional realms.
Old news to most of this crowd, I expect, but there may be some good folks who have not read about this yet.
Luckily, medical science is able to assist many of the people who grew up in some form of gender-limbo.
Now…. My own comfort zone….
I don’t smoke, and the only time I tried smoking pot, about 35 years ago, all I got out of it was a horrible burning sensation in my throat. (Well, that, and my girlfriend’s approval for trying.
) Next, I worked in trucking for three decades, where we are tested for pot frequently and any positive result is a certain career-ender, so I stayed well clear of it. Heck, for a while it was my job to take drivers to the clinic for testing!
Then, three years ago, after I retired from trucking, a friend gave me a “special” brownie. He told me to take just a small bite. Then he was surprised when I reported feeling no effect.
Well, this year I was given a big cookie accompanied by the same warning. That evening I sat down with a glass of wine and ate that whole cookie. What a nice sensation – and then I dove into bed and slept like a dead man until morning. Good sleep, to me, is a precious commodity in short supply. That cookie beat the snot out of 300mg Trazodone.
So I think I have now expanded my cannabis comfort zone.