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1950's Housewife On LSD

1950's Housewife On LSD

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@torunn said
You would have had to stay there a lot longer had not your common sense been activated. 🙂
I am no gambler.👍

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"housewife"

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@vivify said
Good point. She was being used as a guinea pig.
She knew what she got into, and she was presumably paid for it. Stop infantilising adult women.

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@shallow-blue said
She knew what she got into, and she was presumably paid for it. Stop infantilising adult women.
I expect she was his daughter so no harm done there.

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@shallow-blue said
She knew what she got into, and she was presumably paid for it. Stop infantilising adult women.
I'm sure a housewife from the 1950s thoroughly Googled all avaliable research on the topic.

May the internet kudos you hope to get bring you closer to a girlfriend in real life.

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@vivify said
May the internet kudos you hope to get bring you closer to a girlfriend in real life.
Oh dear. Now you are infantilizing yourself.

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@fmf said
Oh dear. Now you are infantilizing yourself.
You're a 60 yr old who cries about red thumbs on the internet.

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@vivify said
You're a 60 yr old who cries about red thumbs on the internet.
Don't be so silly. I don't "cry" about them. I simply think the website would be better without them.

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@great-big-stees said
I too experienced (twice) “acid”.
I did it a few times in the mid to late 80s and, perhaps the most unsettlingly, in 1993 alone in a house on the outskirts of a kind of ragged frontier town with 100s of kilometers of dark rainforest stretching out as I looked out my window. I ended up drawing some pictures with coloured pencils which I still have to this day.

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@fmf said
I did it a few times in the mid to late 80s and, perhaps the most unsettlingly, in 1993 alone in a house on the outskirts of a kind of ragged frontier town with 100s of kilometers of dark rainforest stretching out as I looked out my window. I ended up drawing some pictures with coloured pencils which I still have to this day.
The most inspired occasion was when I spent most of the duration of the trip wandering around a dense old-tree forest in deepest Essex, with dark shadows and hazy clearings speared with bright shafts of sunlight, and not another soul was around to disturb the onslaught of ideas and visions about the Middle Ages and the flora and fauna.