Dispatch 2/17/23: Love and Other Drugs
A tour of the Cash Only/Dirty magazine cannabis market and the Perfectly Imperfect NYFW party
I’m sitting on a bed next to a projector beaming a short video called “Zen Pussy Meditation” onto the wall of the chillout room of the Cash Only/Dirty magazine “Love and Other Drugs” Valentine’s Day market at a secret location in Tribeca. The projector illuminates my weed smoke as I contemplate its image of an androgyne reverently performing cunnilingus. The room is full of young people laying around smoking on its numerous pieces of erotic furniture, and most aren’t as fixated on the short film screenings as I am. The videos mainly depict women and femmes: masturbation, oral sex, stripping, caressing their own bodies, and so on. When the men do appear, they appear as tongues and fingers.
While I’m sitting on the bed a girl named Cat introduces herself to me and tells me she’s familiar with my work and that she’s training to be a psychoanalyst. She tells me it’s funny how much my writing centers the concept of “jouissance” as we watch a woman finger herself. Cat is with a comedian from London who has a spare ticket to the Knicks game that evening and she asks if I want to go with them.
A velvet curtain separates the chillout room from the bustling marketplace in all its splendor. A couple dozen vendors boast magnificent jars of lush New York ganja, bricks of hashish, dab waxes, vape juices, tinctures, pre-rolled joints, THC edibles of all sorts: gummies, lollipops, mints, cookies, brownies, muffins, peanut and almond butters, cooking oils, teas and juices, and so on. Weed-infused topical creams and lubes. Some vendors sell psychedelics—psilocybin mushrooms and chocolate bars, DMT vape cartridges. Some sell lingerie and vintage BDSM zines.
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