tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post3038050590329870899..comments2023-10-10T07:26:23.616-07:00Comments on Aunty Christ loves all her children: The endAunty Christhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03571645464531817170noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-72419773110908169672009-02-02T11:07:00.000-08:002009-02-02T11:07:00.000-08:00Dear Aunty ~ Hau’oli Lanui all around!You are back...Dear Aunty ~ <BR/><BR/>Hau’oli Lanui all around!<BR/><BR/>You are back and that's a happy thing. I appreciate your comments, no matter the timing. <BR/><BR/>I hope you relished in the sand & sea and Hawaiian air... there is no place like home though, is there?Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14389485794167236942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-74568178905413090172009-02-01T17:42:00.000-08:002009-02-01T17:42:00.000-08:00Hi Shannon. I'm sorry it took me so long to see yo...Hi Shannon. I'm sorry it took me so long to see your comment. Usually I'll get around to responding in less than a month. That's the Aunty Christ difference! Ah, well anyway...<BR/><BR/>I'm sorry to hear your "me too." It sucks, actually, that it's as common a story as it is. But thank you for sharing. It is good to share.<BR/><BR/>It's too late for me to wish you a happy Thanksgiving, or even a happy new year. Happy 2009? Happy Groundhog's Day?Aunty Christhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03571645464531817170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-32640983087907198572008-11-27T09:24:00.000-08:002008-11-27T09:24:00.000-08:00So, I've come back to read this post 3x over the ...So, I've come back to read this post 3x over the last week. I couldn't actually complete it the first time I started reading.<BR/><BR/>It seems pretty hollow to say "me, too" in such circumstances.<BR/><BR/>But also, sometimes there is a found serenity in another's empathy and first-hand undestanding.<BR/><BR/>I don't know. I hardly understand the strange inner workings in my own brain, let alone others.<BR/><BR/>But, I came back today to "me, too".<BR/><BR/>April 21, 1991, 4, College X, VA<BR/><BR/>It took a fucking lot of seasons to get back to "summer" aftwards.<BR/><BR/>Thanks for sharing and Happy Thanksgiving, Aunty.Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14389485794167236942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-13357123126897739492008-11-27T09:04:00.000-08:002008-11-27T09:04:00.000-08:00This comment has been removed by the author.Shannonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14389485794167236942noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-61108075295822416142008-11-23T15:13:00.000-08:002008-11-23T15:13:00.000-08:00These past posts -I am very curious about. fact, f...These past posts -I am very curious about. fact, fiction, or somewhere in between? My god, woman, you can WRITE. <BR/>Tell that Rich to keep taking care of you, even when you're not stricken with a cold. Or else I'll come there to do the head-squeezing and tea-brewing myself.<BR/>Feel better, baby!<BR/><BR/>I also tagged you over on my blog.Salty Miss Jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02603806796783950508noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-37767171363876136722008-11-19T17:35:00.000-08:002008-11-19T17:35:00.000-08:00About the guys? That TOTALLY SUCKS MAJOR ASS.It r...About the guys? That TOTALLY SUCKS MAJOR ASS.<BR/><BR/>It reminds me of my shitpile experience at Oberlin, although mine was a lot less horrible ... there was a definite sense that I was "persecuting" my fellow-student-stalker because he was gay. Which made no sense, since my best friend and co-testifier was also gay. <BR/><BR/>There's something about that whole dynamic that just about makes my head explode ... God help you if you're a nice white straight girl or a nice white straight boy who runs afoul of an ethnic or sociosexual minority in college. In LA, you might have a chance. In a "liberal" atmosphere, such as a school, you might as well forget any hope of justice. As indeed both of us apparently did.<BR/><BR/>Wow, that sounded bitter, and I'm sure that comment could be taken in any number of ways that I don't mean it ... but I think you know what I do mean, and so I'm safe to leave it here.<BR/><BR/>Man, I hope you don't have any variation of what I had ... I'm still coughing up hairballs, a month later. I recommend some non-permanent form of suicide as a cure.David Rochesterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07084315223515340046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-16057760098751450602008-11-19T17:30:00.000-08:002008-11-19T17:30:00.000-08:00To clarify: Squeezing my head and making me tea ar...To clarify: Squeezing my head and making me tea are two completely separate things, not two steps in a single process.Aunty Christhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03571645464531817170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-39933766086895602222008-11-19T12:20:00.000-08:002008-11-19T12:20:00.000-08:00David: No shit, right? I think, though, that going...David: No shit, right? I think, though, that going over this whole episode again has given me a clearer idea of what I need to write for at least one of my application essays. It's too long and boring to go into here, but basically I'm feeling like I have to explain my spotty transcripts but also not apologize for them.<BR/><BR/>I can't believe I forgot this, but your question made me a bit curious about what did happen to I., so I googled him. Luckily he has a remarkably googlable name. What I forgot: We worked for the same company for a few months before I moved to Remote Mountain Village. It was, actually, the thing that made me quit my job when I did and move away. But since then, he's become very successful, running his own IT firms and such. That's another really weird story, I think. I. and his cousin were attractive, educated, successful black men, and I was this little nothing crazy girl who had willingly put myself into a hotel room with two guys and lots of booze, so ... the only way I would have been able to take a case to trial would have been if the jury was racist. And then, I kind of felt like, here are two guys who are doing well for themselves, and I myself am not doing so good; do I really have the right to ruin their lives?<BR/><BR/>I'm not doing a good job of explaining it. However, rest assured that I am blaming Rich for this awful cold. For one thing, if he feels guilty enough, I can get him to squeeze my head and make me tea.<BR/><BR/>Rich: "There's a creeping surreality going on here that occasionally scares me." You must explain this later.Aunty Christhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03571645464531817170noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-3907344004790326952008-11-19T09:35:00.000-08:002008-11-19T09:35:00.000-08:00From the school of beating a dead horse: again, my...From the school of beating a dead horse: again, my consciousness-alterer of choice -LSD- didn't have the irrational raising of expectations inherent in Ecstasy, which I always found to be a shallow, surfac-y kind of experience. Wonderful in its own way, but lacking the mental revelations that I demanded from my drug experiences.<BR/><BR/>LSD famously has the effect of intensifying Everything -and if you have bad Ecstasy, it can too, albeit in the form of grinding one's teeth for six hours or something- and serves as a profound microscope and telescope into the generalized wonder and terrible awe of the universe at large, as well as the human experience.<BR/><BR/>Lingering questions about the nature and fabric of reality itself continue to this day, of course. I continually wonder exactly how bad I'm fucking up -with you, with life at large- and understand quite well that I'm no better a judge of that than anyone else. There's a creeping surreality going on here that occasionally scares me.<BR/><BR/>That said, I've obviously never found you disgusting -hell, it's my cold you've got right now anyway- and it's probably best that you didn't introduce me to that guy when we went to Chicago: I'd already told you what I thought would be best for him.rich bachelorhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16273482345189891431noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7805563054508448077.post-28949390231148488852008-11-18T22:25:00.000-08:002008-11-18T22:25:00.000-08:00No wonder you feel some ambivalence about going ba...No wonder you feel some ambivalence about going back to school.<BR/><BR/>What did your so-called friend do after his horrible crime? Way to be a philosopher, dude. What philosophy is that, exactly? The<I> Theory of Drunken Abuse of Physical Power</I>? The <I>School of I'm the Only Person Who Matters </I>?<BR/><BR/>I think it's remarkable that you finished school against those odds.<BR/><BR/>And I'm sorry that you caught a cold from my blog.David Rochesterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07084315223515340046noreply@blogger.com