Amsterdam is extinguishing their famed tolerance for marijuana smoking. While they aren’t banning pot smoking entirely, the Dutch Cabinet will be limiting coffee shops to 1,500 memberships. The idea is the coffee shops will have to choose their regular customers over tourists for membership slots.
The best memories I never had were in Amsterdam. If you haven’t been I suggest you put your bong down, wipe the neon orange from your fingertips, get off the couch slowly so you don’t spill bong water all over your floor, and book yourself a ticket ASAP.
Once you book your ticket write it on a post-it, and stick it to your bong–immediately–so you don’t forget.
According to the Associated Press:
The Dutch Cabinet says it will push ahead with plans to force anyone wishing to purchase marijuana at the country’s weed cafes to first obtain an official pass — a move designed to curtail tourists from buying the drug.
Prime Minister Mark Rutte says he plans to begin rolling out the system in the country’s south later this year, an area popular with French and German buyers, before moving on to Amsterdam’s famed tourist cafes later in his term.
Justice Ministry spokesman Wim van der Weegen said Friday the supreme court must still rule on whether foreigners can be blocked entirely.
Regardless, he said the plan will prevent cafes from issuing more than 1,500 permits in all, forcing shop owners to choose between tourists and their regular customers.
Ban, or no ban, the rest of the world could definitely take a queue from the Netherlands on their harm reduction drug policy. Wikipedia sums the Netherlands drug policy, ever so nicely:
The drug policy of the Netherlands officially has five major objectives:
- To prevent recreational drug use and to treat and rehabilitate recreational drug users.
- To reduce harm to users.
- To diminish public nuisance by drug users (the disturbance of public order and safety in the neighbourhood).
- To combat the production and trafficking of recreational drugs.
Most policymakers in the Netherlands believe that if a problem has proved to be unsolvable, it is better to try controlling it and reducing harm instead of continuing to enforce laws with mixed results. By contrast, most other countries take the point of view that recreational drug use is detrimental to society and must therefore be outlawed. This has caused friction between the Netherlands and other countries about the policy for cannabis, most notably with France and Germany. As of 2004, Belgium seems to be moving toward the Dutch model and a few local German legislators are calling for experiments based on the Dutch model. Switzerland has had long and heated parliamentary debates about whether to follow the Dutch model on cannabis, most recently deciding against it in 2004; currently a ballot initiative is in the works on the question. In the last few years certain strains of cannabis with higher concentrations of THC and drug tourism have challenged the current policy and led to a re-examination of the current approach; for eg. ban of all sales of cannabis to tourist in coffee shops from end of 2011
While the legalization of cannabis remains controversial, the introduction of heroin-assisted treatment in 1998 has been lauded for considerably improving the health and social situation of opiate-dependent patients in the Netherlands. In 2010 research shows that the “heroin-junkies” have disappeared from the streets of the Netherlands and the treatment is upgraded from a test-trial to standard treatment for otherwise untreatable addicts. Also, the number of heroin addicts has dropped by more than 30% since 1983.
Pass the Dutchie…Wait Dutchies, don’t pass this ban!!!
Australian 2011 Mardi Gras was riveted together with performances and spirit unlike any other I’ve seen in the world. From the parade to the parties, the momentum kept building.
The theme this year was a blank speech balloon like those used in comic books. The idea behind it was for people to ‘say something’ by filling the balloon with your personal message for Mardi Gras and GLBTQ rights.
Whether it be gay rights, trans rights, bullying, gay marriage, you could say anything you wanted.
It was explained to me, like many large events, that no matter what theme gets chosen–year after year–someone’s point of view always gets left out. However, this year there was no way to not be included as the theme was completely customizable and open ended. Pretty brilliant in my opinion.
A man named Kabi thought of the Say Something theme. I had the pleasure of hanging with during my time with the Wet Ones Swim Club and then at the Mardis Gras 2011 Harbor Party. I can say he is as brilliant as he is humble. Not to mention he is a snappy dresser.
From the Say Something 2011 Mardi Gras site:
Kabi has been volunteering for the Parade since 1988 when he made the Cupie dolls’ angel wings that accompanied the Order of Perpetual Indulgence’s infamous Fred Nile head in the Parade of that year. Kabi and his group ethel yarwood enterprises have since created some of the most memorable and iconic Parade entries of the past 23 years. They have collected 8 Parade awards for their efforts and entertained whilst contributing to the fame and prominence of the Festival.
Here he explains the reason and purpose for the 2011 season concept.
The equal rights movement for gays and lesbians in Australia was ignited because in 1978 activists took to the streets of Sydney to bravely Say Something about the criminalisation of our sexuality and the oppression of our culture. From this seed of the 78’ers dissent, The Sydney Gay Mardi Gras was established. Through the combination of art, politics and courage we have employed this platform to Say Something about ourselves, our struggles and our triumphs, our losses and our gains.
Over the ensuing period, through its many forms and structures, this protest has grown into a world renowned festival encompassing multiple disciplines of the arts, parties, community gatherings and the Parade. Saying Something is a thread that runs through the entire festival. Writers Say Something to their readership. Speakers, performers, painters, photographers, dancers, actors, film directors, artists of all persuasions want to Say Something to their audiences to share an idea, an experience, to connect.
The very fact that 70,000 proud community members assemble at the Fair Day/Launch including our supporters, friends and family really Says Something about the power of the tribe, the strength of kinship.
The parade offers the community and sponsors the opportunity, and lays down the challenge, to pass commentary about issues affecting the local and international GLTQ family, and use our uniquely camp, larrikin view of the world to highlight and lampoon topical issues. Whether a single entrant or a marching mass of muscle marys, we will have an impact that resonates beyond the moment if we actually Say Something.
Additionally we will endeavour to exploit the digital age of the interweb. We will present to you new and exciting formats in which to participate in this campaign so that your messages can be instantly broadcast around the world.
So Say Something about injustice.
Say Something to your mother.
Say Something critical.
Say Something funny.
Say Something with passion.
Say Something to the cute visitor that will have him or her return to our shores again.
Say Something about equality.
Just get out there, this is your chance to Say Something.
Find them on Facebook.
Here’s Kylie Minogue’s Mardi Gras 2011 Say Something Message:
The Trevor Project deserves our support. Instead of buying a valentine gift for yourself, or someone else, make a donation and help end suicide among LGBTQ youth. This is guaranteed to taste sweeter, and last longer, than a box of candy. Not to mention, it’s much lower in calories.
The Trevor Project is determined to end suicide among LGBTQ youth by providing life-saving and life-affirming resources including their nationwide, 24/7 crisis intervention lifeline, digital community and advocacy/educational programs that create a safe, supportive and positive environment for everyone.
Unfortunately, Lindsay can’t seem to get it together.
One month after being released from Betty Ford Clinic she is being investigated for the theft of a $2,500 necklace.
I guess someone needs to remind Miss Lohan, poor people buy things. The necklace wasn’t part of a gift bag.
Even still, I’m hoping she pulls outta of this nose dive. Perhaps Celebrity Rehab: All-Stars Edition will be the break she needs.
Earlier this week I saw a post on Facebook talking about the sale of the SF Eagle. Today it became all too much of a reality, when another reader sent me mock-ups for the building proposed to go on the site of the Eagle.
According to Socketsite, renderings for “1600 Harrison” have sat perched in the Stanley Saitowitz | Natoma Architects portfolio. The site also reports there have been rumors the Eagle has been up for sale since the beginning of 2010.
For those of you that may not know the Eagle, it’s an institution here in San Francisco and one of original watering holes for the gay community that remains intact.
If we don’t stand up to this gentrification our entire GLBT history will be lost and our social circles crushed. It’s not just a bar. It’s part of our communities fabric.
I’m not sure what we can do, but will keep you posted if I find out anything more.
If anyone has more information, please let me know.
I wanted to point you in the direction of fashion for a good cause. Picture this royal purple T with no sleeves. Get sassy with your scissors, as I will surely do, and rock this at the gym or your favorite bar.
Not only does this T-Shirt carry a powerful message, 100 percent of the proceeds go to the Trevor Project–helping GLBT Youth at risk of suicide get through today so they can understand for themselves, it does get better!
It’s only $15 bucks, so stock up for the holidays.
One thing is certain, I’ve never staid sober for any length of time during my 18 years in San Francisco. Yes, I’ve stopped drinking for a month. However, the reality is drinking is just one toy in a box of fun that I’ve dragged around for more than half my life.
Today is my 13th day of no booze or illicit substances of any kind. I nearly slipped last night, without even thinking about it, as I threw a Vicodin in my mouth to try and ease the pain in my legs from an especially ferocious workout.
Moistened by my tongue, but not ingested, the white demon is now disintegrating in my composter. Hopefully, this is what Gavin Newsom had in mind when he made composting mandatory in SF, and imposed the strictest recycling laws in the nation.
12-step inspired, but I’m not good at following directions
Perhaps Mr. Newsom sent out an instruction guide on composting, or it’s somewhere on the Internet. I didn’t even look.
The reality is I’m not good at following directions of any kind, as I’ve been painfully reminded while trying to assemble a myriad of items from IKEA. So while I’m inspired by the idea of a 12-step program, I know deep down going to meetings or reading their literature will only confuse my personal journey.
So the one big takeaway: I’m going to stay sober for 13 weeks and do it my way.
I’m not going to lie. It hasn’t been easy.
My biggest concern of being sober, aside from the word ‘sober’, having some really negative connotations if you look at the definition, is that I’d have to give up the things I enjoy so much about San Francisco—the parties, the disco, and the carrying on.
Then I remembered, when I’m partying I don’t always remember. It’s completely a blast, however there are sections that are typically fuzzy, browned out, or in the worst case blacked out.
If I enjoy these times so much, then why am I doing things that makes me forget them? So for 13 weeks I’m going to engage with the community, and my life, in a new way.