I don't use cannabis. It is much stronger than it used to be, it ceased to be giggly and turned emotionally disturbing. It is used legally by a lot of people for health issues this side of the Atlantic.
It still doesn't make people violent delusionists. It may make someone hide in a corner crying, feeling like their heart might beat out their chest whilst eating all the food, yes. Take your clothes off posing with an erection in a women's shelter and threatening to poision the water supply, no.
Again, it's the superiority thing. Homeless, yuck. Dirty stoners, yuck.
The real enemy is the Patriarchy which emboldens men to behave in a way that puts their kicks and benefits first, whilst keeping women scared and marginalized.
I really couldn't give a flying fuck if someone's camping vacation is ruined by having to camp near me and my homelessness. I pay my way same as they do. I'm quiet within reason and quiet hours. I try find spots away from others, because they bother me with their whooping and partying. It doesn't stop them parking right next to me and turning on their generator blowing right into my site.
They are in my front room.
I also couldn't give less of a damn about someone being offended by homeless people smoking legal pot on the streets of the only place in Canada where winter won't kill them.
Yes, I'm grouchy. My injuries didn't heal up so well, I hurt all the time and I miss having a roof. Wouldn't you all be in this situation?