I’m paying to force seven thousand strangers to see a photo of my late husband having fun with his dog. Tumblr Blaze is totally worth it. XD
Thank-you to all of my new Internet stranger friends for being so gracious about having my post shoved onto your dashboards. I loved reading all of your kind tags and comments! Both Martin and Bosco have been gone for several years now but for 24 hours, they felt very present in my life. I greatly appreciate this gift. ❤️
Reblog to have your dashboard be visited by the spirit of joy that death can end but not erase.
Love that this is well beyond 7000 people now and still going
@leavescrown Exactly! It’s a beautiful gift. Martin and Bosco out there travelling around the Tumblr community, continually making new friends.
apparently what actually happened is that someone got their hands on an email address and layout that LOOKS official. no actual hacking of their systems happened. i feel like it would be more widespread and catastrophic if it had. as of right now just make sure you absolutely triple check to make sure any emails from discord are real! if you get a message saying your account got TOS’d, try and log back in first. if something is wrong, contact discord support yourself.
i repeat: discord’s email servers are fine! this is a phishing scam and nothing more
In photographs, she looks like a scout leader about to ask if you’ve had anything to eat today. It takes a moment to see that often, just out of focus, her fingers are holding a joint and her vest is covered in risque pins, including an embroidered cannabis leaf.
Mary Jane Rathbun, jailed thrice and the reason for California’s groundbreaking action on medical cannabis, was better known as Brownie Mary, the patron saint of AIDS patients. More than twenty years after her death, it’s not hard to understand why this grandmotherly figure remains one of San Francisco’s most beloved activists.
She’s been called the Florence Nightingale of HIV/AIDS. She was famous for bringing her magic brownies to gay men and others suffering from wasting syndrome, a name for the deleterious effects on appetite caused by the stigmatized retrovirus.
Much like Nightingale’s work on hygiene and compassionate care, Brownie Mary’s legacy lives on in the recipes and procedures still used today in medicinal edible production.
Rathbun’s illicit distribution began in the early 1970s, when she was in her early 50s, while she worked at an IHOP in the Castro, 37 years before government-approved research finally proved that her hypothesis about distributing ingestible cannabis to AIDS patients was worth investigating. (Read more at link)
Brownie Mary helped save my life from AIDS wasting in 1996. She was adorable! We met at Dennis Peron’s Cannabis Cultivators’ Club on Market Street in San Francisco, and when she came around you knew you were in for a blessing. [Image: Brownie Mary Rathbun and Dennis Peron]
Her baked goods were freaking atmospheric. Because of her and Dennis and John Taylor’s Flower Market and a lot of good folks, I got enough weight back to get on the brand-new HIV drugs just under the wire, and 25 years later I’m still here to write about it and say thanks.
In 1998, the Cannabis Cultivators’ Club asked me to play Brownie Mary on stage to open her birthday celebration at the Club – as it turned out, her final birthday. I worked up a solo flute take to The Association’s “Along Comes Mary” and ripped TF out of it. She lit up the stage like she lit up our hearts.
From High Times: “An insight into her indomitable character can be glimpsed in this vignette from August 25, 1992. The Sonoma County district attorney tried to charge the then 69-year-old with two marijuana possession felonies. Her response was concise: ‘If the narcs think I’m gonna stop baking brownies for my kids with AIDS, they can go fuck themselves in Macy’s window.’”
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