#gpenofficial

[queenboom]

It's all good

[sandiego619ca]

[dankdesert-blog]

4/20 friendly.

Two days ago my mom and I were at a holiday party when she motioned to the G-pen in my hand and asked if it was lip gloss. I gently asked her if she *really* wanted to know what it was, which probably sent off some sort of alarm in her mama brain, but she replied with an honest, “yes”.

Let’s back track a little though. When I was 14, she came across paraphernalia hidden in the depths of my closet. In addition to a lighter and empty baggies, there was a water pipe rigged out of some sort of paper clip container that had a hole on top which I’d fitted with the bowl of another device that had broken. Needless to say, it was really sketchy. When she confronted me about it that evening, after she’d established that her daughter wasn’t smoking crack like she’d initially thought, my highly hormonal and unstable teenaged self pulled out all the stops (‘it isn’t mine, I hate you, why are you trying to suppress me’.. etc). I can’t even look back on those times without cringing or laughing. Same for my mom, we joke about it all the time. Right after this happened I made a decision not to ever, under any circumstances, tell my mother about my marijuana (and eventually other things) use. To me, it just wasn’t worth it. She had made it clear that she was not 4/20 friendly, and was able to give me personal reasons why. It was a matter of seeing the same issue in two completely different ways. But then I called her when I was 16 and had taken twice the amount of mushrooms I’d intended and was shrooming my balls off and needed her and she was so pissed off and unable to see through her fury. We both lost the littlest bit of faith in each other that night, which wasn’t reformed until a couple years later. All the while though, I was still smoking/eating weed like it was going out of style. There were a few breaks here and there due to illness, a boyfriend not being okay with it (another story entirely), and week or two long pauses with the explicit intentions to let the THC in my body be 100% metabolized so I could get as high as humanly possible again.

So back to the holiday party, we ended up having a really beautiful conversation about marijuana, it’s benefits as a medicine, religious aspects, and some personal things that we’d both obviously needed to say. It is the ONLY ‘secret’ I’ve ever had from her, and while I know it will take some more time, and much more dialogue, it already feels as though a 420lb weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I’m gonna go take a dab now, bye!

[therealblackflamingo]

G-PEN OFFICIAL.