Charissa’s Comments (group member since Nov 17, 2008)

Charissa’s comments from the Axis Mundi X group.

Awesome!! Will do!!!

yes, Virginia, there is a santa claus. Hee!!

::::checks under NBs skirts for indications of Earth goddess:::

Good on ya, Noran.

NB... should I have left it in your bedroom instead? He can use the mattress as a giant litterbox.

come visit, Nick. I got lotsa hippies round here, ripe for the punching.

Rusty... I guess I'm just a bluestocking at heart.

Margaret Thatcher, huh? Wow, a gal with a face like a battle axe. I'll have to remember that's what really gets you hot.

I don't know Cyril... I get props all the time for raising my daughter successfully. Considering the childhood I had, it's nothing short of a minor miracle.

I think society rewards us all the time for raising children successfully. I certainly think there are more rewards available to successful parents than there are for veterans for wars. Mostly what veterans get is PTSD, some kind of crappy medal, and insufficient health care.

yes Chantal... I'm also quite disappointed with that. It always shocks me when I see the backward underbelly of California.

NB... I couldn't have said it better myself.

I am so extremely proud to be an American tonight.

Ooops! ahem... did I say that?? :::halo over her head::::

NB... I did!! I brought it to your house and left it in your bathroom as a present!!!

Rusty... you are king at finding common ground.

Sarah... yes indeedy... but I like to think her spirit was lifting the good vibes from the afterlife.

Jacks... leave to you to know that!! : )

NB definitely exists. I have seen him in his natural habitat. And I can attest that he is very similar to both a fish and an old sock.

:::runs::::

so, Cyril, you think blowing shit up is more impressive than successfully raising a child in this world?

we will have to agree to disagree on that, sir.

depending on the hippie i might join in with shooting a few.

awww!!!!

garsh.

one million per MILE??? Good lord!!!! who has the contract on that job? Guido and Knuckles the Drooler?

::::imagines something like the slave cock featured in an episode of Rome Season One:::

::::runs and hides::::

Thanks Nick... that means a lot coming from my cranky slave master. : )

And the rest of you too... smishes back!!!

so... I went and voted down at the polling place today, because I like to go down and see the people and touch the paper and stand in the little secret booth and be part of society for my 12 un-misanthropic minutes of the year. I met my next door neighbor as I walked in, on her way out. I made jokes with the nice ladies who 'manned' the tables. I did my little dance when they gave me my "I Voted" sticker.

Now I'm walking around town with my "Hi I'm Part of Human Society" sticker and my happy, shiny Obama pin in the shape of California. And I feel all vulnerable and careful. I'm wearing my heart on my sleeve. Me. Cynical, cranky, middle of the road misanthrope. I've taken a stand and have decided I'm willing to take the fall should things go awry.

Which, unlikely as it seems according to the pundits, I still see as being possible given how totally to shit things have been going for the past 8 years. Why stop now? The toboggan ride to hell is loaded up with fools and the brakes are nowhere to be found. Why jump off now? (you might hit a tree).

It reminds me of when I was in the midst of my custody trial in front of a right wing fundamentalist Christian male judge with a trust fund, who didn't like me, or my female attorney, and who thought my ex-husband's suits were very dapper. The judge who thought it was appropriate to publicly chastise me after throwing down a judgement against me, for being audacious enough to stand up to my husband in the first place. I wore a gold goddess pendant around my neck in court. Flagrantly flaunting my pagan beliefs.

I wore my heart on my sleeve then and later tortured myself endlessly for having taken that risk. Having not been smarter, and more wily. Having been honest and hopeful and full of integrity rather than play the game and fling sewage like my enemy.

I was punished then. I put my heart away and locked it up tight. No hope of any kind. No dancing around the open graves. Put the goddess in your pocket and be careful what you say.

Eight years of Bush was much the same. Look for the silver lining somewhere. There's got to be a pony under all this shit.

But today, right now, I'm walking around with a sticker on my pink sparkly sweater. I've pinned the tiniest little bit of hope above my heart. And I'm valiantly walking around the streets of my town with it. Someone might point and laugh. Someone might punch me in the eye.

Or probably, more likely, I'll just realize that at the end of the day, what I stand for matters more to me than to anyone else. And it's been okay all along to hold up my little corner of the world with the shape of a Charissa, just as she is, hopes and all.

peez? is that the new, urine flavored Pez?

: )