Thursday, September 21, 2017

SLUT YOUR STUFF

THE CANADIAN 'GRAB 'EM BY' GUY

BSC, CA – A recent conversation brought to light an issue that bobs up every now and then, which is the purpose of the 420Nurses beyond their appointed visual role of pretty models, or more pointedly, are women with their ass cheeks out setting the proper standard for the cannabis cause to the public? When this question comes up, I apply the 'consider the source' template. My first conversation on this topic was with a Jewish male; the second, a Calvinist male with a Catholic origin. Males both, bottom line.


This isn't to say that I don't get their point. When I was younger and saw ass cheeks, one thing came to my mind, and it wasn't cheeks, but in coming to California I made the decision to develop my artistic talent. Having married 3 different women at 3 different periods in my life matured me as a husband [gave up my porn collection with 3rd wife who got me to see the light], and having yada, yada, yada, I was also jaded toward women and relationships. Plus with the seasons being muted, you don't cycle the way you do in states with the classic four seasons, something you don't find out until you move here.

When I first saw the 420Nurses in person at that NORML Xmas Potluck my thoughts were that they were the perfect gimmick for my book. They emphasis the medical and they keep the sexual cutesy, being young. The third time the ass cheeks hit me and I stopped for a minute to look at the landscape flashing by. Was I making the right decision in my choice of spokespersons to stand with and also promote my book through? It wasn't like I had a lot of time to meditate on it because in LA there is always movement. These models weren't sitting around waiting for me to deliberate if you have a nude bike ride in town, what are some ass cheeks, particularly appealing baby moons?

I felt as if I were plunging down through an atmosphere of estrogen as I sought to see past such earthy organic sexuality; much like cannabis itself, not made to look duplicated or manufactured like corporate models. Almost hidden by the sensual aura is this ground level mile high layer of sisterhood mortared by the shared relief that comes from medical cannabis and the commonality of ailments. Though not voiced, the nurses have come to know that real, as in registered medical nurses, are part of the medical industry. The world those nurses fit in does no good for them; cannabis does and they know this as living proof, like Richard Eastman and his double-decade case of AIDS.


And now this cluster of 420Nurses who radiate ass cheeks like badges of honor. Kind of like guys at Muscle Beach who work out and have Popeye arms; or like dudes and their cars; or just topless guys period, since women don't get to sit around and sunburn their nips. But is ass cheeks all there is to the group? Gladly, no!

Though at first through the name and purpose, most, if not all the young 420nurses fell within a certain body range but outside the professional limits [ht, proportion, etc]. Once the word got out that the group was made of female patients then plus size models inquired as to membership availability. I was involved in the news journal pilot program at that time and heard the scuttlebutt. I refrained from an opinion because the 420Nurses is a woman's company run by women for women [patients]. However when the official word came back that membership was open, the group became a non-judgmental society of support.

Beyond brand recognition in cannabis circles with vendors, artists, exhibitors, and fans, the pilot news program opened new avenues as the group commercially moved past just being cover girls and booth hosts. Fashion design and make-up are two other available aspects of the organization along with cannabis product marketing and sesh events training. As phenomenal an original idea of advancing patients' rights in fishnets and nurse habits through activist involvement was in the beginning, branching out the group has never lost its focus. This was evidenced by the political stance the group took toward Prop 64 [and Monsanto, home of GMO pot – Letitia Pepper].


For some people like my Jewish friend, the latest wrinkle ironed out his male generated perception regarding the 420Nurses. Good, I thought to myself. He has transitioned, as I did, but I credit my Wicca wife for that male maturity. My Calvinist friend, however, seems more like the Canadian referred to in today's subtitle, a Constable named Michael Sanguinetti. You see, on January 24, 2011, Toronto Police Constable Sanguinetti and another officer from 31 Division spoke on crime prevention, addressing the issue of campus rape at a York University safety forum at Osgoode Hall Law School.

During the talk, Sanguinetti interrupted the more senior officer and said:

"I've been told I'm not supposed to say this – however, women should avoid dressing like sluts in order not to be victimized."

Given President Trump's 'grab 'em by the pussy' comment fanned by Hillary's league of women voters and the Establishment Press' blow-up here in the Stastes, you can imagine the resounding thunderclap this remark got. No amount of apology or back-peddling could stop this wave from creating not just blow-back but an international upheaval. The resulting action-reaction has also brought massive controversy causing a schism both racially and internationally in the gender. Go here for the back story.

If as a person, you are a believer in one of the Big 3 [Judaism, Christianity, Islam] religions, then this whole 'ass cheeks' question hinges on which three opinions you feel or hold in your heart.

  1. The Fall of Man is the Woman's [Eve] fault.
  2. The Fall of Man is the Man's [Adam] fault.

OR

    3. The Fall of Mankind was due to a superior being's trickery.

After Eve spoke of not eating the fruit for fear of dying via God's warning, she was told, “Nay, for I am of the Serpent's party, knowledge is good, be the price what it may.”


Reading these words will not change your attitude toward women probably because what happened to Adam and Eve has affected us all since it was at the Beginning. Besides researching the word 'beguiled' and finding that sordid meaning, the other question should be, 'if God is Omnipotent, aka outside of time, why didn't God see this coming?

The flip side of that is, maybe there is a plan and we just aren't in on the complete script. We have been Zardozed [see the upcoming article of the same name], and that would show things happen for a reason. Following that logic means you can identify a pattern, a point A to point B to who knows. When I first wrote Memoirs I was showing the character arc of where I began to know about cannabis, pot actually, and how I came to learn of cannabis. 
 

But something happened on the way to the show, as they say. That something was Occupy LA. Because of OLA I came out of the cannabis closet, I became my alter ego shown in the black tee shirt on the front book cover. This action of outing triggered two epiphanies and the 'flip the script'* Chapter 20, a completely new entry from the original. For a minute I considered what I had written as totally getting away from the direction of the first 19 chapters, but it was only for a moment. The 'new' last chapter explained my life to me. Finally, it all made sense. I could see a pattern along my life and a connection in what I had written that went beyond my life, as I know it. I became a connection myself, a vine of the bush.

And speaking of the bush, or 'ass cheeks' in clean shaven So Cali [I'm told], when my time came to transition regarding the 420Nurses, the window of opportunity was short and I had much to weigh, including my maleness reaction; but realizing it was my reaction not their suitability was the angle I re-examined my outlook to adjust my view, especially given that I predicted joining the group in the very last paragraph of Memoirs, put then as a joke.


And this all ties in to our Canadian Constable, whose opinionated tongue brought forth the Annual Slutwalk festival held different places, different countries, as an outcry against this male mindset. As I clear my schedule after having written about Free The Nipple, the Euro-Fems who got in Putin's face, and the O.C.T.P.F.A.S. in NYC, let it come as no surprise that I learned of the upcoming Amber Rose Slutwalk event here.

So it's off to slut my stuff, perhaps even some dancing with a stranger in Pershing Park Square**.

(*- Book editor Jeff worked on the first 19 chapters while I finished the brand new Chapter 20 back in French Valley. This was his comment about the new material after his edit. **- An homage to the Greasy Spoons' Dancing With A Stranger In Washington Square.)

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