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Shantell

Fucking monkey, gave me the stink eye...

About Me

I am and complex and angry bitch. My tattoos tell the story of my life, loves, and losses thus far. I am your punk rock grandma, and I still kick ass when playing my drums. I have learned the hard way that every second of every day counts, and not to waste it.I do this by voicing my rants, raves, hallucinations to anyone that will listen and join my revolution.I always notice and appriciate the colors of the sky, a great book, or a good song...and I always hold the door for a lady!

My Interests

Music, girls,playing drums, republican bashing,vegetarian lifestyle, animal rescue, HIV/AIDS activism, theroizing about life in general

I'd like to meet:

Freaks, homo's, dirty tatooed lesbian, female musicians(especially drummers) people who truely believe that they are divine entities,protesters, anyone that hates republicians,angry lesbians, those who have theories on EVERYTHING, those who are lost or confused and are in need of comfort, courtney love, people with ferretts, old school punks into 80's so cal hardcore. I adopted a cute lil' poison fetus from Fetusmart! Hooray fetus!

Music:

Three Chord Whore(my band and my fav) The Cramps, Peaches, La Tigre, Gravy Train, Bratmobile, Stone Fox,80's southern california hardcore, The Ramones (RIP) Tribe 8, The Jack, The Distillers(MMMMBrody) The Pixies, Hole, Ms. Kitten, Anna Oxygen, 45 Grave, anything you can dance or break shit to!THIS SONG IS WHY I BECAME A MUSICAN

Movies:

Can't go to moooovies, can't breath other people's exhaled oxygen...but I do Like Hedwig and The Angry Inch, anything John Waters, Welcome To The Dollhouse(go winerdog!) But, I'm a Cheerleader, The Decline of Western Civilisation,Fur

Television:

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Books:

Where the Wild Things Are, The Night Kitchen, Lolita, The Breakfast of Champions, And the Band Played On, Any Ann Rice

Heroes:

Women who challenge the bullshit patriarchal structure, My Grandmother Elsie Ettie Martin (the kindest, and most honest human ever to walk this earth)

My Blog

For Kathy

Thirteen years and one stroke later, and I have seemed to forgotten some of your more subtle attributes. The memories all came flooding back last night when I listened to the voices of our past painti...
Posted by Shantell on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

spring skips fall and goes directly to winter....

How quickly life can change, I should have trusted my heart, my super lesbian vision, but somewhere I became blind, thats how I missed the signs. My ears were so full of of your words of love and futu...
Posted by Shantell on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

ssshhhhh

I hide my secrets in the stars because I know they won't sell me out. I must look insane, talking to the night sky, sharing my hopes, dreams, and fears with tiny ancient spots of light. Despite the on...
Posted by Shantell on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Skipping to the last page

So, now it's all out in the open, the things that ,needed, should have been said, and what good has become of it? You feel worse and can never come back. I feel betrayed and don't know if I ever matte...
Posted by Shantell on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

outside looking in

I want the secret glances, someone to hold my hand and make me feel special. I think I would settle for someone to just care. Tonight it was so hard to be outside the glass, watching families and love...
Posted by Shantell on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

When will I get it??

How many times do you have to hear no, not even ,not what I want, you should be, go free, before you get it? Is you head to hard, your eyes closed too tight, and your ears too plugged...or are you jus...
Posted by Shantell on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Hope

How did this begin? Ten years started off with the touch of the hand, opening my mind and heart like I would have never believed possible. Countless hours spent being lost in deep blue eye pools, seei...
Posted by Shantell on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

Not a looker, but I am a keeper

You eyes look right through me, like you are reading the etchings on my soul. It feels like all of the oxygen has been sucked from the room,and my consciousness is fading but I don't care. I am aching...
Posted by Shantell on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

today

Strange....no barbed words, no redundant, angry,tirades, no gut kicks. A perfect day sealed with a kiss......and no I am not dreaming.
Posted by Shantell on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

hello my name is ....

We are all about to meet someone new, someone who has not been defined by images, misunderstandings, misconceptions, and shadows. She is similar, but not at all the same...are you ready?
Posted by Shantell on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST