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they won’t even admit the knife is there.
The essence of the “color blind” movement right here.
“If you stick a knife in my back nine inches and pull it out six inches, that’s not progress. The progress is healing the wound that the blow made. They won’t even admit the knife is there.” - Malcolm X
My PIN number to this day is my second grade best friends birthday. There are people I don’t talk to anymore whose families are still in my prayers. There are shirts I wear to bed from exes of 8 years ago who are married now with kids. And I haven’t found a macaroni salad recipe better than my college boyfriend’s mom’s. Our lives are made up of so many people and when people become parts of our lives, some parts remain long after they leave. And in the same exact way, it’s comforting to know there are so many lives you’re still a part of that you have no idea about.
This is peak boys will be boys shenanigans
after social distancing is over everyone is gonna be so touch starved every contact with another human will be like the hand flex scene in pride and prejudice (2005)
social norms after the pandemic are going to be like: "did you hear? miss Katherine brushed hands with the starbucks barista the other day when getting her morning coffee. quite the scandal if you ask me, exposing herself in such a manner… and with gloveless hands!“
I never want my marriage to be based on toleration.
*relationship
*existence
All of the above
uterus culture is forgetting all the weird symptoms that come along with your period every month and wondering why you’re feeling some kind of way until you Realize
This did not go where I expected it to go
no offense to 2020 but what the fuck
This is probably the most Gen Z headline I’ve ever read and I can’t get enough
I fucking love libraries man like I’ve been chilling in my college library and randomly pulling out books and today I looked at one called “medieval sexuality” and it was talking about how monks thought they should never have sexual feelings or get erections ever and there was a quotation from the account of this one monk who wrote about how a woman had to stay with him one night because she was like travelling or something and the sight of her made him so horny that during that night he had to stick his hand in a candle flame to distract himself from how horny he was and also at least one monk wrote about having homoerotic dreams about Jesus
kids these days need to open a book and be scarred for life by some obscure historical fact that they could have easily gone their entire lives not knowing
*Opens book*
*takes 3000 Psychic damage*
*closes book*
“Neat!”
What the western world is doing to Africa.
Her name is Mallence Bart Williams.
Y'all need to start giving Black and African women intellectual credit for their work. Not doing so is also a tactic of violent capitalism and patriarchy.
the end is so haunting. i love it. got these white ppl shook af.
Of course, none of this was discussed in my econ courses
Also I talked about this on my other blogs but it bears repeating.
Dreamcatchers are not witchy. They’re not magical. Their only spiritual meaning is that they were taught to us by an Ojibwe mythological figure to protect our children when they’re out of her reach. They’re essentially glorified and blessed baby mobiles.
If anyone is reading this and taking it as permission to go out and make your own dreamcatcher or buy one from a non-Native artist, please rest assured and know that I hate you.
This post is about the misappropriation of dreamcatchers and the ways that they’ve been removed from their context and turned into something they’re not, which is the direct fault of them becoming popular outside of Native communities. They may not be some huge, sacred, ceremonial thing but they are still an important part of Ojibwe culture that has been stolen from us and used as a way for settlers to profit off of bastardized Native traditions.
Stop buying them from non-Native creators. Stop making your own if you’re not Native. Stop tattooing them on your body. Stop making jewelry with them. Stop printing them on clothes or home decor. Just fucking stop.
If you do buy one from a Native creator (preferably an Ojibwe person), don’t have it on a wall. A dreamcatcher should traditionally hang over the crib or bed with both sides uncovered, or in a window. It should be positioned so that the light of the rising sun touches it to burn away what it’s caught. If that’s not possible, just try to put it somewhere that the sun will hit at any point in the day.
If the child you’re buying it for is prone to bad dreams or nightmares, buy a dreamcatcher with a bead in the web, representing a spider, as extra protection. Some people will add more than one bead, so if you feel like it’s necessary, ask if that’s an option. Try to buy one with at least feather hanging from it because that’s how the good dreams are released from the web, by dripping down the feathers.
Some traditionally made dreamcatchers fall apart or collapse in on themselves after a year or so. It’s not because they’re badly designed or whatever, it’s because they’re something that children are meant to grow out of needing so they aren’t built to last.
Support Native artists and businesses.
he did it
good job baby
I’m so proud and I don’t even know who this dog is
