cat marnell
And I'd rather be on a rooftop smoking angel dust than writing this post.
drugs
drugs
I really hate Mondays -- they represent that awkward transitional point where my one life ends and another starts up.
amy winehouse
When Whitney died, I wasn't surprised: women are using drugs all around you, and I'm one of them. Now why am I not allowed to talk about it again?
addiction
sex work
Empowerment comes in the front door when I can make rent in a singular evening. Yet, it leaves through the back door when I blow it all on pills.
drugs
I tested the residue of one of the capsules we had leftover. When I got those results, a knot settled into the pit of my stomach. "What have I done?" I asked myself.
sex work
I did a lot of shopping, bought a lot of drugs. I made more money than I’d ever made -- or even seen -- in my entire life, and all of it cash.
addiction
In Peaches Geldof, I see both a tragic story and an image of my alternate reality.
anonymous single girl
I don’t feel good, exactly. I don’t feel anything and that’s better than feeling bad.
sobriety
Five years and one day ago, I was wandering the streets of Manhattan in a blackout.
cults
I look peaceful in this photo, but I'm actually about to be lubricated in cannabis seed butter and entered violently at every orifice until I pass out.
in

Mar 20, 2012 at 2:00pm | 256 comments

drugs
I’ve always had ridiculously extreme reactions to drugs and medication.
addiction
This is only a little bit about Cat.
conde nast
I spent three hours chatting with xoJane readers last night on the internet -- and WILDLY enjoyed every second. Obsessed with you guys!
pot
"Stoner" carries a connotation of bearded boy-men waxing shitty poetic about their HS crushes in whatever inane action-comedy TBS can afford to screen.
drugs
The string of recent molly-related tragedies at music festivals is putting more focus on the dangers of MDMA. But indiscriminately stressing "drugs are bad" isn't the way to go to promote safety.
in

Sep 9, 2013 at 10:00am | 188 comments

drugs
Heroin in our house, in front of our child, while I was growing a baby inside me was worse than any of the fears I’d conjured for myself over the years.
escapism
Because I'm always on the lookout for creative new ways to make my brain shut the hell up.
healthy beverages
I want to make it clear to my insides that we no longer believe in the motto, “Live Fast, Die Young.”
parenting
Nobody bats an eye at the tongue-in-cheek “three-martini playdate,” but there is certainly plenty of side-eye to go around when discussing parenting and pot.
drugs
I watched the skinny white guy with dark hair through my peripheral vision (I’m not nosey) as he cleaned the surface of the table and opened a small clear bag.