Chantal Christie Weiss
Bio
I serve memories and give myself up as a conduit for creativity.
My self-published poetry book: In Search of My Soul. Available via Amazon
Tip link: https://www.paypal.me/drweissy
Chantal, Spiritual Bad/Ass
England, UK
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Life Can Lick My Lollipop
The disappointments of delusional cogs punch my gut; I reach to the edge of the ledge of my life; wedged in, there’s no more rock. Trying to let go of what I imagined life would be, the bleakness is blighted. A blank base bangs a big bone drum, raw to the core, to the door, to the floor, back to my cantankerous, cancerous inner war.
By Chantal Christie Weiss6 months ago in Poets
I Wanted to End My Life after Being Publicly Shamed. Content Warning.
“Sometimes we tolerate unacceptable behavior from others because we don’t know we deserve better.” — Kia Stephens Sitting in the front passenger seat of a packed crew van, on our way to clean a ‘quick turnaround’ aircraft, the forty-something male colleague, sitting next to me — out of nowhere and loud enough for the male crew members sitting behind us to hear — unashamedly ridiculed me, in detail, about my genitalia.
By Chantal Christie Weiss7 months ago in Confessions
Rebel Red
“I would rather be a rebel than a slave” — Emmeline Pankhurst Saturday, May 4th, 1912, Suffrage Parade — New York That day is etched on my mind so well. It’s how I’ve got to be where I am now, and not too long ago — just about a month! It was a beautiful Saturday, as rain often falls in May in New York, but not that day — it was just glorious!
By Chantal Christie Weiss8 months ago in Fiction
Welcome in the Heroism of Your Authentic Muse
As a child, during the long warm summers, my siblings and I took to the woods and played all day until the streetlamps came on. Our mother, who wasn’t at all maternal, didn’t appear to care where we were. Not just because she had taught us survival skills and how to stand up for ourselves; for all of that — emotionally detached, she busied herself in her writing; either to a charitable cause, or the starting's of a book.
By Chantal Christie Weiss9 months ago in Writers
My Unexpected Arrest Fucked With My Shame for Years. Top Story - May 2025.
My annus horribilis Rushing to get my six-and-a-half-year-old daughter ready, I grabbed our coats; we were meeting up with a friend and her thirteen-year-old twins: a school holiday cinema date.
By Chantal Christie Weiss9 months ago in Humans
