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christymarx

@christymarx@wandering.shop

Writer/narrative designer. Author of Writing for Animation, Comics, and Games. Credits and signed scripts found at https://www.christymarx.com

Servant of the Moggy Horde. Currently owned by 3 cats: Kelly, Ozzy, and Tuxita.

She/her Living on Wintu lands

https://linktr.ee/christymarx

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RickiTarr, to random
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Y'all want to hear a fact that really changed the way I thought about homelessness?

Half of all homeless people were in the foster system at some point. Social Workers often call the foster system The Highway to Homelessness. If you ever had a point in your life where you had to live with friends or family to for a short time to get back on your feet, remember that is a privilege that not everyone had.

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@sillyCoelophysis @RickiTarr @memphismary @jhooper

We became homeless in 2018 when the Camp Fire destroyed our home. It was a shock trying to get an apartment and having to pay large fees just to fucking apply with no guarantee of getting the place.

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Ga. Senate passes bill banning American Library Association

https://www.advocate.com/politics/georgia-senate-ala

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@johnglass
That is insane.

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The most effective propaganda perpetrated by the right over the past 40 years has been creating a world so mind-numbingly shitty that even progressives can't imagine a brighter future anymore

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@RickiTarr @Vorsos
I have it on a sticker that was sent to me by the Southern Poverty Law Center. Or People for the American Way. One of them.

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@RickiTarr @Vorsos
Apathy is not an option.

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The flowers on the hens&chicks succulents look like an alien lifeform.

RickiTarr, to random
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Okay, I'm thinking about gift giving today. A little backstory about why:

Every year my Father-in-law attempts to get my Mother-in-law a gift. She is a bit of a shopper, and is notoriously difficult to shop for. Every year he gets her something he guesses a woman would like (perfume, sweater, jewelry), and every year she doesn't really like it, and ends up begrudgingly using it or returns it. They have been married over 30 years, and seem to have a pretty good marriage otherwise. It's like she wants him to magically understand what she wants, and he is sort of equally bad at the whole thing too. I will never understand why they don't just have a conversation about this. Just for extra fun, she is the most bizarre gift giver, also, to the point that it has become an annual tradition that I show my friends what she got us. A small list of things we have gotten:

A couch cover with grapes on it
A sexy nightgown
A painting of the house they live in
A gourd painted to look like a cat eating a bird
A package of tea that I would have absolutely loved, stuffed with cheap tea bags
Children's Lego sets
Toy trains
Underwear that didn't fit either of us
A wooden board covered in seashells that is supposed to hold a curling iron
A waterproof bed cover

I could go on and on. Just to clarify this doesn't bother me or my husband at all, we actually get a kick out of the weirdness. I don't personally care about presents much, I'm more of an experiences person.

SO, if you've managed to get this far, how do you feel about gift giving/getting? Feel free to elaborate and give examples!

christymarx,
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@RickiTarr
My Polish grandmother gave hysterical gifts. Nightgown the size of a tent. Half-used cold cream. Belt with a 25-cent rummage sale tag. Grampa's ugly old ties for my husband. Styrofoam fruit covered in sequins. A ratty old raccoon coat from the 1930s. Old hankies. Aftershave so old it had turned into vnegar.

One year, I gave her rose-shaped soaps. Next year, she gave them back to me.

Her packages were great for laughs.

christymarx, to politics
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christymarx, to animals
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Ozzy the Monorail Moggy.

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Ozzy in motion, all green eyes and coral nose.

christymarx, to LGBTQ
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"Deadline: Feb. 23. Issue: Apr. 15. We'd like to hear about forthcoming adult and children's books with strong LGBTQ themes. Please be sure your pitch indicates why the book and author are appropriate for this feature. Pub dates: mid-April through mid-October. Visit publishersweekly.com/lgbtqspring24 to submit your titles. "

https://docs.google.com/forms/d/e/1FAIpQLSewDuhrcxGleBvnYp3XOAyHBx1HF9-dRqnTHenVC5GrxLRSeg/viewform

christymarx, (edited ) to animals
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Ozzy needs to get started on his exercise regimen. He’s nearly 20 lbs, in spite of the diet food. Don’t think he can reach the pedals, though.

The only exercise he gets is when Tuxita chases his giant fluffy ass from one end of the house to the other.

christymarx, to random
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Giving a friend's book a boost. Gay love + beyond death fantasy.

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/210060340-heaven-can-t-wait

christymarx, to animals
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Poor Kelly. We had a couple of men servicing the HVAC, which meant they were talking in the hallway outside my closed office door. Even though Kelly was safely inside my office, the sound of the mens’ voices was enough to scare him. He hid amongst the office supplies on the highest shelf in my room and wouldn’t come down until well after they left.

Close on Kelly’s face, a black and brown tabby with pale green eyes, as he hides and looks down from a high shelf, with a large, yellow padded envelope covering the rest of him.

christymarx, to photography
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The big raven continues to come around at random intervals. The smaller raven has never worked up the nerve to come down from the neighbor’s roof. The big raven has become comfortable enough that today she sat on the rock fountain to eat a few peanuts before grabbing one and taking off with it.

Days earlier, I tried getting photos of the raven, but she was hyper aware of me and I wasn’t able to get much.

Raven with wings folded forward in flight and talons hanging down approaching a rock fountain with a peanut waiting for it on the rocks.

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We continue to feed the fluffy orange tabby. I started out calling him Mr. Peaches because he reminded me of a big fluffy peach, but Randy always calls him Orange Boy. Orange Boy became shortened to OB, and that evolved into Obi, as in Obi-Wan.

Out of room. Read the rest at the Moggyblog: https://www.facebook.com/MarxMoggyBlog/posts/pfbid0D3VJY3x3oc1xTzT15K6ehQhYm4jJpHa5JTvMYxrKDZ8ChyxmjfFYvuunxdarJ7s6l

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The face Ozzy gives me when I turn the blender to full speed.

christymarx, to photography
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Looking up the trunk of a lovely sequoia tree growing right outside the corner of our property. It’s only a baby, but it already towers high.

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One night, I woke to the sound of a cat making the “I’m about to go into battle” yowl, followed by the sounds of a brief cat fight.

We looked at Obi (the orange tabby stray) as carefully as we could when he showed up the next morning, but if he was in a fight, there was no sign of it.

Today, he let me pet him the entire time he was eating the gooshy food, and even let me pet him a couple of times after he was done and looking up at me. Baby steps of progress.

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