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fuk u sun
Really feeling this here in Arizona.
Are you even native American
Hello nosey nonnie.
Yes I am Native American, but I don’t look it. And no it’s not one of those my great grandmother was Cherokee. I am 2nd generation off the rez Tuscarora, Iroquois Turtle Clan.
This is me and my mother. Yes she is my birth mother, I just got very fucked over in the genes department. I swear I’m adopted but we have many photos of the birth and have several paternity and maternity tests to prove that I fell out of this woman’s vagina.
Here are some more pictures cause I’m pale and I honestly don’t think you believe me:
(My mom actually made every piece of jewelry I am wearing and hand beaded that vest as well).
And here’s pictures of the woman that I blame for my bad genes: My grandmother.
I get told I look like her all the time AND I HONESTLY DO NOT SEE IT, but because I get told I look like her all the time I BLAME HER.
On the left you see my grandpa (full blood native) in his headdress, on the right you see my cousin (also full blood), the great medicine man Mad Bear, here’s a book about him since you seem to be so nosey.
And in case you doubted me, here are a few pictures of me when my ma and I were on the powwow circuit.
This is me with my ma’s regalia (if you call it a costume I will shank you) because a) she had a bad leg day and couldn’t dance and b) mine was not ready and made and I JUST REALLY WANTED TO DANCE. (This is also the day I got burnt ON MY FUCKING HAIRLINE WHERE MY HAIR WAS PARTED. THAT FUCKING HURTS!)
Here’s me in my fancy dance shawl. There aren’t that many pictures of me because a) I fucking hated them b) it’s normally seen as disrespectful to take pictures of dancers out of the circle without their permission and my ma and I were always dancing at the same times AND I NEVER LET ANYONE TAKE MY PICTURE AT THIS TIME IN MY LIFE.
So yes, my family is a very rainbow family, I just happen to be the one WHITE passing one. No really…
Here’s me (in the middle if you can’t guess), Bebe and Audree. I like to call this the ABC Rainbow of the Printup family (because my first name is Cheyenne…..I swear our parents DID NOT PLAN THIS).
And this is another pic of me and Audree YEARS later
Am I Native? Yes
Do I look traditionally Native? No
Does that mean I am not going to label myself as native? HELL TO THE FUCK NO.
Please reblog and share so that people can understand that there are white passing people of color. Yes even some that pass as white as me. We do exist and no that does not give you the right to basically white wash us. I am proud of my native roots and I will share everything and anything you want to know. The more educational resources we can get out there the better. DON’T BE AFRAID TO SHOOT ME AN ASK. I LOVE IT, but please do not be a dick like this one and phrase it so accusingly. Much appreciated, thank you!
Facebook reminded me that I’ve been facebook friends with my brother for 9 of our 30+ years of being siblings. This was my dedication:
“Osiris you have been the bane of my existence since the day you destroyed my monarchy of being an only child. I have grown accustomed to your presence. 😜”
Crazy.. to think about.
I always think about this for Barack Obama too. Like his parents had an illegal relationship. Loving v Virginia was in 1967. Obama was born in 1961.
People really don’t seem to grasp how recent this was.
At least biweekly for me.
***Super honest reflecton*** I have to make this my mantra. The inconsequential things in life give me no problems. That one elusive end goal and the steps needed to get there can make me feel overwhelmed and motionless. My dream has never been to get married and have children. If that happens along the way it's fine. If it doesn't that's fine too. I want to be a career woman, specifically an Ob/Gyn. I've wasted so much time being too scared to go on and face the things I don't know or don't remember from medical school in my country. My current job sucks the life out of me but I do nothing to leave it. Everything I want is on the other side of fear.
“I don’t feel good about it. It will bother me for the rest of my life and honestly I’m happy about that. I’m embarrassed by how little I knew. I was a kid from Texas. I flew on a plane for the first time when I went to boot camp. I had this visceral desire to seek vengeance for 9/11, and I believed our government when they told me that there was a connection to Iraq. So I fully supported the war. I thought we were bringing bad people to justice. I didn’t understand the nuances. I didn’t know anything about the people of Iraq, or the culture, or the country. And I feel ashamed about that. I’m getting my graduate degree in Middle Eastern history right now. And the more I learn, the worse I feel. I got so much personal benefit from being in the military. In many ways it was the greatest thing I’ve ever done. But I could have gotten those personal benefits from other means. I was in Iraq for one year. And the trauma of that year will impact me for the rest of my life. But for the people of Iraq, it’s been ten years. And they’re still being traumatized on a daily basis.”
why is it whenever someone knows what they want , they are called ‘picky’ in a condescending way. damn straight I’m picky. who else is this going to benefit but me. who else has to live with this decision but me. who else is going to wake up and go to sleep with the decision but me. let me pick what I want. let me be picky while you go in blind and pick a number out of a hat.
I'm feeling this so much right now. I couldn't agree more.
I am so fucking sick of being called “picky” because I have age, match, and respect requirements. I mean, these are basic fucking human standards. Meanwhile, dudes on OKC want women under a size 6, at least 5'10", with an IQ over 160, blonde, long hair, great sense of humor, PhD, into being a sub, can get both legs behind her head, turns her face inside out sucking dick, who can sing like a fucking angel, and nobody better send him messages telling him how fucking unrealistic he’s being.
But, you know, having an age range, wanting to have basic values in common, and requiring basic fucking respect makes me fucking “picky.”
Jesus fucking Christ I hate this world.
Be picky with who you invest your time in, wasted time is worse than wasted money.
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Preach, Mindy! 🙌👐
I'll never understand men. I thought I had learned, I thought I was cool and knew when to show my emotions and when to hide them until they were reciprocated. Each time it takes longer to trust, each time my heart gets harder and more unwilling to let someone in. When someone gets close and I begin to melt and soften only for them to run away and say the "flame burns too bright in you, I can't handle the constant interaction, your attentions are consuming my happiness and giving me claustrophobia.", I feel like a gust of ice-cold wind blew out my fire. I can't change who I am. If I feel that warm tenderness that comes before love when I think of you, then I will always say "Good morning", "How's your day going? Did you eat yet?", "Goodnight, sweet dreams.", "What do you like to eat? I can make it for you.", no matter who YOU might be. Future man or men I date, please know that this is how I express emotion, not through PDA or sleeping with you right away. I like private cuddles, gazing into your eyes, kissing softly and letting things escalate slowly until we've consummated our bodies away from prying eyes. If that is not what you are looking for please don't insist on meeting my parents or build castles in the sky with me.
I knew he didn’t love me but I adored him anyway.