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man. does anyone have any discord servers with other native people in them? last one i tried out was so unbelievably anti-black i can't even
Two-Spirit
Two-Spirit is a term created by Indigenous peoples of North America in 1990 to bring together the diverse gender identities and sexualities that exist within their cultures.
It is not a single gender. Each nation has its own traditions, names, and ways of understanding these experiences.
For many communities, Two-Spirit people held important social, cultural, and spiritual roles before European colonization.
The term should not be used by non-Indigenous people, as it is specifically connected to the cultures and experiences of the Indigenous peoples of North America.
Irawhiti (Māori)
Irawhiti is a Māori-language term used by some people to describe transgender or gender-diverse experiences.
The term is part of the contemporary revitalization of Māori language and culture, allowing Indigenous people to describe their identities through their own cultural frameworks.
Although it may be translated as "transgender" in some contexts, Irawhiti carries meanings connected to Māori cultural realities and should not be understood simply as a copy of Western gender categories. ( Flag design by Irauí on Tumblr. ) @irawhiti
takatāpui (Māori)
Takatāpui is a Māori term used by Indigenous LGBTQIA+ people in New Zealand.
Historically, the word referred to an intimate relationship between people of the same sex.
Today, many Māori people use the term to express both their Indigenous identity and their gender or sexual diversity.
More than a specific sexual orientation or gender identity, Takatāpui connects a person to their culture, ancestry, and community.
The term is part of the Māori cultural revitalization movement and demonstrates that gender and sexual diversity can be understood through Indigenous perspectives, not only through Western categories. ( Flag design by Irauí on Tumblr. ) @irawhiti
Māhū (Kanaka Maōli)
Māhū is a traditional Hawaiian cultural identity associated with people who embody both masculine and feminine qualities.
Historically, māhū people held important roles as educators, keepers of knowledge, healers, and transmitters of cultural traditions.
The arrival of colonization and Christian missions attempted to erase these identities, but many Native Hawaiians continue to preserve and revitalize the māhū identity today.
Māhū is not simply the Hawaiian equivalent of "transgender" or "nonbinary." It is a distinct cultural identity deeply connected to Hawaiian history, culture, and spirituality.
Tibira/ Tybyra
Tibira is a historical figure documented during the colonial period.
According to interpretations by Indigenous researchers and collectives, Tibira may be understood as a man who had relationships with other men, or as a person who lived with a feminine gender identity or expression, challenging the norms imposed by colonizers.
Their story is remembered as an example that gender and sexual diversity already existed among Indigenous peoples long before colonization. ( Made by me )
Çacoaimbeguira
Accounts of the Tupinambá people mention the çacoaimbeguiras.
According to interpretations by Indigenous researchers and collectives, they may be understood as women who had relationships with other women, or as people who lived with a masculine gender identity or expression outside the norms imposed by colonization.
Their existence shows that diverse ways of experiencing gender and sexuality were already part of Indigenous societies long before the imposition of European models. ( Made by me )
Oh yeah! I heard of the two spirit one through online petitions, but not any of these identities. This is so cool.
haw'akadi gyaawksu - i never left. sticker design for july!
on life during youth, growing apart and relative distance as an adult, and longing, inspired by the life cycle of salmon. born in the river, out to the ocean, and then back to the river. in the design, the salmon eggs are close and shrouded in darkness (proximity and safety); the adult salmon however are at the edges, facing away and toward the light (distance and exposure). the adults also have spawning phase colours, which to me makes this a hopeful statement - what is gone can come back. right?
Collins is gone.
Namaygoosisagagun First Nation/Collins has burned to the ground. The entire community is nothing but ashes after being quickly consumed by wildfires. They did not have any support from emergency services, and no one offered aid. The community saved themselves by escaping into boats because no one came.
Mishkeegogamang and Cat Lake have lost power. Families are ending up in shelters with nothing. Armstrong, Lac La Croix, Whitesand, Gull Bay, Lac des Mille Lacs are currently in the fires path and all members are being evacuated.
All this loss, all this devastation, and it was entirely preventable.
After steadily underfunding wildland firefighting and purposefully excluding Indigenous wildland firefighters and Indigenous wildfire organizations from wildfire operations, firefighter training, decisionmaking, and resource exchanges, in 2025, Doug Ford slashed the forest firefighting budget.
It's hard to ignore his decision to cut funding and leave us out of adequate fire training (even though we've lived with forest fires for thousands of years—far longer than settlers have been in Canada—and made sure fires like the ones we're all seeing today were prevented through kinisitotēn) when, despite making up less than 5% of the population, we account for 42% percent of all wildfire evacuations in Canada.
And when we are successfully evacuated, we face discrimination and racism—like Kashechewan—because it's always been easier to blame us than it is to blame the true culprit: denialism, corportate greed, and colonization.
The people of Collins and every other impacted community deserve better.
Right now, the AFN is currently accepting donations to help Collins First Nation. If you're able to, please consider donating.
ONWA (Ontario Native Women's Association) is another great place to donate to. They have outreach vans going to motels and inns and offering food, water, resources, and cultural support to those impacted by the wildfires.
Other places to consider donating to are Mikinakoos Emergency Fund, Red Cross, True North Aid, Indigenous Climate Action. You can also send donations directly to Whitesand First Nation via e-transfer ([email protected]) and they request that you add your full name in the e-transfer comment section to receive a tax receipt.
*Before sending money, verify that the appeal appears on an official First Nation, Tribal Council or registered charity channel.
If you can't offer financial support, please consider donating items of need. Moontime Connections is currently accepting drop-off donations. If you live in the Thunder Bay area, Namaygoosisagagun Health Office is also taking in donations! They can also bemailed to Superior Inn Hotel & Conference Centre at 555 West Arthur Street, Thunder Bay, ON, P7E 5P8.
items needed are: food, diapers, medical masks, men’s and women’s joggers (all sizes), children’s clothing (newborn to size 14), children’s shoes, summer clothing, men’s clothing, toiletries (lotion, Vaseline, toothpaste, toothbrushes, shampoo, conditioner, soap, deodorant, etc.), strollers, adult depends-all sizes, dog & cat food
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"But it is not enough to weep for our lost landscapes; we have to put our hands in the earth to make ourselves whole again. Even a wounded world is feeding us. Even a wounded world holds us, giving us moments of wonder and joy. I choose joy over despair. Not because I have my head in the sand, but because joy is what the earth gives me daily and I must return the gift. We are deluged by information regarding our destruction of the world and hear almost nothing about how to nurture it. It is no surprise then that environmentalism becomes synonymous with dire predictions and powerless feelings. Our natural inclination to do right by the world is stifled, breeding despair when it should be inspiring action... Despair is paralysis. It robs us of agency. It blinds us to our own power and the power of the earth. Environmental despair is a poison every bit as destructive as the methylated mercury in the bottom of Onondaga Lake."
-- Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass
(bolding mine)
Practical Organising
“Only the Organised Survive”: A Rebel Worker Handbook
Direct Action in Industry by the Direct Action Movement
Weakening the Dam by the Twin Cities branch of the IWW
How to Hold a Good Meeting and Rusty’s Rules of Order by the Industrial Workers of the World
Community Control of the Poor community
A Practical Guide to Anarchist Organisation – Compiled by Andrew Flood
How to Fire Your Boss: A Workers Guide to Direct Action
The Bosses Need Us… We Don’t Need Them: Common Sense Reasons for Worker Self-Management
Organising in the Workplace
Organising Communities by Tom Knoche
Anarchist Agitation & Community Building by Ronald A. Young
A Rebel Worker’s Organising Handbook
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happy pride month from sápmi! ❤️💚💛💙 I want to show you the sámi pride flag, it’s a rainbow version of the sámi flag (bottom left picture) and I think it’s really beautiful
happy pride month from sápmi again!
There's always a weird duality attending Native events. And for me, they're always bittersweet. But yesterday especially.
It's easy to get annoyed at little kids running around during a public event. But no one really discouraged them. It was nice. There's a weird comfort in knowing they aren't burdened by fully understanding the gravity of some things yet. There's a weird comfort in knowing this is a relatively new thing. Native kids just getting to be kids. But for whatever reason, everyone allowed it. I think we all found a form of comfort in them.
It was as much individual as it was communal. Most people kept to themselves most of the time. But eventually all these strangers, in a relatively small group, poored their hearts out and sobbed together; all in the presence and comfort of our community's children. Some were climing random mounds off to the side, one little girl kept tugging at the dresses of those crying to console them.
The exuded presence of both pride and heartbreak, wrapping into the fissures of the bark, and coiling into the veins of the leaves, and dampening the soil of this small forest clearing, filled with Indigenous women, is unparalleled; with exclusion only to that of simmilarly greif-striken Indigenous women.
I was a bit unsettled at the sheer lack of men, maybe 6 total (in a group of about 30-40). But in it's own way, that was nice too. Probobly helped everyone cry in a bit more comfort.
And before and after all these shed tears; we can laugh; and continue to do so. That's the duality. It's weird to think how we just keep living; but we have to, and we do; Somehow.
After the crying we planted women's plants, we made friends, we made plans, we finished our food, and we all went home.
- Just some of my musings of the mmiwg2s event I went to yesterday. Keep yourself and your loved ones close, everyone.
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A nonprofit I've been working with that puts all their money towards helping relocate endangered prairie dogs, to supporting cities in making better choices (ie not exterminating), to educating local children, and much more. I joined mostly for the prairie dogs but they have other areas of interest as well. The founder just recently bought a decent chunk of land that she hopes to work with other nonprofits on restoring and essentially make a sanctuary for prairie wildlife with no where else to go.
so basically if you have any disposable income and want to help out a good cause that directly helps wildlife AND focuses on systemic issues, I can vouch for this one~
one thing that's really monumentally hard about this moment is accepting that there will never be perfect allies. i'm hispanic; i have been against ICE and state-sanctioned violence the whole time. it's so hard for me to hold both my activism and my personal rage in both hands. the rage in me keeps asking why the fuck wasn't it enough at the first kidnapping. why haven't the other deaths mattered at all?
but at the same time - if Good and Pretti's murders are radicalizing people, it's radicalizing them. someone online (with 5k likes) said: i don't know why, but this one feels more personal than usual. i don't blame them for their ignorance (they're just people) but that one comment hurt me. none of the other crying mothers or little kids calling out for their parents or men slaughtered by police felt personal?
and ... i get it. maybe for once other people are finally saying that could have been me in the car. they are finally saying he just tried to help someone up, he wasn't even at a protest. maybe they finally realized: these people did nothing wrong, but the government defamed them before any investigation was even begun. the killer was pardoned before he even drew the fucking gun.
and i know what that's like, i have seen this happen too-many times.
but maybe this was the first time they've ever actually seen ICE violence. maybe they don't read the news, maybe they genuinely believed every kidnapped person "deserved it". maybe... i don't know. maybe it didn't feel real until now, you know? to be fair: social media has a way of making everything film together, a massive wave of tragedy that you cannot parse. and maybe there's just such a sense of pointlessness to it that it filtered out for them. the government usually provides such a clean narrative (he was resisting, she was a criminal); maybe it had given them some peace to just-believe. maybe this is the first time that the lie is obvious even to their eyes.
it's frustrating, and dehumanizing. a white lady and a white man shouldn't be the face of a movement that largely affects everyone else.
and... they died for our movement. and if this is what it takes. if now there are people who are going to take up a banner and walk with me... I want them to be there. i want them to feel the same fire i do. i want them to have that fury that has been burning in me for so long. hell, maybe because they're new to it - they'll burn hotter. there's probably places i am jaded and overwrought. a friend in need is a friend indeed, right?
i have always hated the parable of the prodigal son. i cannot help but feel i have been standing in this space, screaming. that we have been begging for help. that we have warned you. why wasn't it enough when it was one of us?
still. still. i close my eyes. they're here now, and that is something. a handprint. at least, at last: they're by my side. as the saying goes: better late. okay. okay.
whatever it takes.
give them hell. 🔥🧊
transformation
Here’s what I’ve been working on these past couple weeks that I’ve been very excited to share!!
RAINBOW RAVEN 🌈🪶 A FORMLINE STICKER COLLECTION!
These are now available on my Ko-fi store for 4$ CAD each! (divided into two separate item types since ko-fi has a cap on how many variants of one item you can have)
V1🌈 and V2🌈
So I haven't shared this personal update to tumblr yet, but this is the unfortunate hand I've been dealt this holiday season. TLDR: I've been laid off from the day job I've had for over a year that paid for all my rent and most of my monthly expenses (transit, groceries, phone bill, etc.)
I've opened a shop. Come take a look!
It's a rough spot for me this holiday season, and I'm looking into what options I have to keep me afloat in the new year, but if you're able to pitch in some bucks- either via my monthly tip jar, my online shop, or via commissions- it'll help me out. And of course, sharing/reblogging this post and other artwork from me goes a long way at no financial cost.
The western gender binary is so soul-poisoning every time I think "should I cut my hair off so white people stop thinking I'm a woman" something dies inside of me lowkey. 2spirit 2furious
And the thing is I personally reject it but because gender is an inherently social phenomenon I continue to have it imposed on me every time I go outside. Social transition relies on other people mentally transitioning me in their own perception. If a tree falls in a forest and everyone ignores it did it still make a sound
Really the question is "how can I decolonize myself while living in a colonial state" . Personal resistance isn't enough I need these people to fuck offfffff