#native community

[ravensvalley]

#HalloweenSelfie

The perfect foggy morning, for another memorable day... Happy Halloween to everyone folks.

[butchjeanmoreau]

guys i need a pair of mukluks for the winter so bad or fur lined moccasins because it gets SO cold here but they’re all so expensive i’m just considering making my own 🐾 to ask my uncle for hides and pelts or not to… the worry is endless

[rez-eye-no]

The Rez I know is working toward revitalization.

[fun-twisted-tales]

Capitalism is making it so that food in native communities is marketed up insanely high and unaffordable.

If you want to support, you can go to this website to find ways to help

[rodspurethoughts]

Electric car revolution puts Native communities at risk

Newswise — Conditions are ripe for an accelerated transition to electric vehicle (EV) use in the United States. The Biden-Harris administration has set a target that 50 percent of newly purchased cars in 2030 be electric. In addition, the Inflation Reduction Act of 2022 provides significant tax incentives for purchasing electric vehicles and for companies that produce them. And that is good news…

[asm5129]

Hey.

If you’re trans, an immigrant, or anywhere on Trump’s list of targets, I need you you to know something.

You’re amazing. Your life contributes endless value merely by your existence. I wish I could meet you and hug you (with your consent) and tell you that you are loved, but I’ll have to do it here instead.

You are loved. You are beautiful. You are valued. No matter what they do, they cannot take that from you, because I will always feel that way about you and they cannot take it from me.

Please know, there will always be people on your side. Even if you can’t always see us, we are there.

Survive. Love yourself. Celebrate the small things.

And remember—fascism isn’t stable. MAGA worldviews are corrosive and selfish, more than comfortable stabbing each other in the back when things aren’t going their way.

They wouldn’t need to control us if they thought things would go their way naturally.

All empires fall. And from the ruins we will build something better.

You just gotta make it there.

[PS reblog if you agree and think marginalized people should know they are loved and valued]

[nonbinarynow]

I am black. I am nonbinary. To any other enben of colour,

I see you.

I know how you are treated in your ethnic culture, in your family. How they tell you "it's a white thing" even though it was your vibrantly-gendered culture that was steamrolled into a binary by Western colonisers. I know how it feels to not be able to use your correct pronouns in your mother tongue because no one knows the neopronouns you have to use in your binary gendered language. I know how you try to mix and explore sides of your native culture that you have never explored before. That you never knew you could blend so euphorically back when you used to live under the binary. I know the guilt you feel for not fitting in, for not being able to pass up your racialised binary gender experience. The ethic sisterhood, the racialised brotherhood. I know how it feels, to be able to pass as something amongst white people, but then the sweetness of that is taken from you as you remember that it is rooted in the racist binarism that continues to subjugate the binary members of your race. I know how to feels to feel invisible in the non-binary community, when most of our representation is white. I know how it feels to view androgyny or gender neutrality as impossible unless you are white; it was the same feeling you felt towards masculinity and femininity when you were binary gendered. I know how it feels to want to transition in a masculine or feminine way, but remembering those who pass as men or women in your ethnicity get killed and sexually assaulted at random by the system. I know how it feels to not want to risk it, to want to hide forever. I see you. I. See. You.

But I do not only know your struggle. I know the beauty of finding other enben of colour, who understand the intersections, the history. I understand the joy that is uncovering that history before colonialism, of the many different genders and modalities of you ancestors gone by. I know the smile that comes on your face when your chosen family (which can include blood relation) uses the right pronouns, the right neopronouns. I know the understanding that it's okay to still understand your racialised binary experience will forever be a part of you that white trans people might not understand. I know the joy of expression through hair, and the absolute ecstasy that comes when you too will realise that androgyny and gender neutrality is not just for white people, not just in white expression. It works in your ethnicity too. I know the feeling of peace that comes from being gendered in your desired way by a member of your race, realising you are surpassing the binarist system.

I know the feeling of great pain that comes from being an enban of colour, a black enban to be specific, but I also know the feelings of great beauty that you get from that intersection. It gets dark sometimes, but there is joy to be found. There is community to be found. There is unity to be found. There is life to be found as an enban/enby of colour. We are strong and we shine brighter than the sun.

[variousqueerthings]

reblogging again about Big Eden made me think about some of the native american/canadian queer cinema (Indigiqueer Cinema) I've enjoyed.

Found a handy dandy Letterboxd List called Queer Native Pride and Beyond that has a whole bunch of movies I haven't seen yet, and below some of the ones I've gotten to experience (three out of four are linked):

Big Eden: a story about a gay man who returns home, because his grandfather gets sick. A sweet, beautiful man (played by Eric Schweig) starts to secretly make him food to help out. it's an amazing slice-of-life/subtly utopian bit of film-making, in that nobody in the town is homophobic, but being gay/shame is still a big part of the exploration within it.

Wildhood: a movie I got to watch at a film festival (always good to go to your local queer film festivals, many surprises to be had) and it blew me away. a roadtrip movie about two brothers who escape their abusive father to reconnect with the elder's mother and Mi'kmaq heritage. letting go of the instilled shame of being indigenous goes hand in hand with letting go of the instilled shame of being queer

Fancy Dance: this movie isn't about being queer, it's about the ongoing murder of indigenous woman and girls, and it's also a beautiful road trip film between an aunt and her niece, the former of whom is sure her sister is dead but unwilling to face it and to destroy her niece's innocence. Lily Gladstone plays the lead, who's also a lesbian, which is just a choice that works really well for the movie even if it's not the focal point (available on Apple+ TV and however you access movies, but would recommend throwing this one some views if you have access to official streaming)

Honey Moccasin: a 1998 movie i watched at another film festival (this time online), it's anarchic, it's a comedy, it's a thriller, it's got musical beats, it weaves in the intricacies of exploring Native identity and Queer identity, it's a surreal story about a few things, one of which include focus on a "closeted drag queen." it's a movie that beats against conventional film-making to create something not beholden to tropes and clichés forced upon narratives about being Native

[ravensvalley]

#HazardousHiking

Whitout these maps, one can easily loose himself into these Kms of hiking trails and without reading glasses …

Mountainous Parts of the Northern Hemisphere.

November 12, 2023.

[wiisagi-maiingan]

In the books about Judaism I've been reading, there's a repeated emphasis on Jewish history being taught as something that happened not just in the past, but also to the people telling the stories in the present. The narrative is "it happened to us, to me" as opposed to "it happened to them."

This is something I've also noticed a lot in Native communities. They massacred us, they took our children, they banned our traditions, they forced us off our lands. There's no distancing ourselves from our ancestors, from the Native people of the past; their suffering is ours, their grief and pain and fear live in us.

I think this is a vitally important part of how certain groups interact with history; when your people are constant victims of extreme hate, of prejudice, of violence, you cannot afford to distance yourself from the past. The moment you do, you forget and you relax and you aren't prepared when that violence rears its head again. Because it will. If our history has taught us anything, it's that periods of quiet and "peace" (in the loosest sense of the word) for our people are the exception, they're temporary, and we need to remember that to survive.

[rs-hawk]

I don’t like to be political on this page since I’m trying to stay professional, but my existence is political so here we go.

If you support Trump, unfollow me. I’m over it and don’t give a fuck. You don’t deserve to consume my content while not seeing me as a human being.

I am a queer Indigenous person. He wants me and my family forced onto the Reservation of our Nation for the CRIME of being registered. For the CRIME of acknowledging our ancestors and our families. He doesn’t want me or my family to be able to go to school or work off of that Reservation. Rights Indigenous Peoples have gotten in the last few DECADES (dancing our traditional dances, our religious practices, speaking our own fucking languages), he wants to take away. Trump fucking posted the National Guard outside of Reservations during COVID to prevent my people from getting medical care. Instead of medicine or help, he sent BODY BAGS. He was President and he let his own people die because of where they lived.

Don’t get me started on all the other ways he wants me dead. I have medical issues where it would be easy for me to die during pregnancy. I shouldn’t be allowed to love another adult because of our sex. I shouldn’t be allowed to work , have children or own anything because technically I’m disabled.

He is a convicted felon. If he can’t vote, he shouldn’t be President. If you are even considering voting for him, unfollow me, because you don’t see me as a person. I would rather never make another cent off my writing than have people that think my death and my rights being stripped away is a fair trade for another old White Supremacist to be in office pay me.

[nyikia]

From 1492 to the 1960s to 2016 to 2025 Indigenous Americans (Mexican, Latino, Chicano, and Native American) and Those who have had the displeasure of being an immigrant in America have faced the same discrimination against a racist institution that calls themselves “American”. Borders and immigration status are white man paper work, their the ones who came here illegally as they so call it.

Photo credit: First slide unknow, second slide Alejandra Baïz

[c0rps3g0bbl3r]

Nex Benedict's murder is not simply an attack against LGBTQ+ people. Nex's murder is the continued soft power genocide on Indians and our 2-Spirit communities.

It will not stop if we do not reclaim ourselves and set it in stone, in blood, in blade if we have to. We CANNOT let this continue if we hope to keep our children alive.

I am grieving and you should be, too.

[rez-eye-no]

Is a community.

As I’m coming up on a year of working this job I’m noticing how much I miss about my childhood and how much the community has changed there are a lot of factors that led to the changes that have happened but I want to bring back the old ways and work towards doing much more cultural activities. I remember going to powwows at the family center multiple times a year, the Christmas party was amazing and we spent hours there just playing with the other kids and hanging out I remember the Halloween family night was always a hit (I also remember dressing up as Hannah Montana one year[congrats Miley]) the lock ins were epic and the cultural exchange was always packed.

Unfortunately somewhere along the way we lost this sense of community and we all became individuals not a part of a whole. I’m really not trying to make today’s youth relive my childhood I just want them to have fun real fun so much fun that they forget they left their phones in the room, so much fun they forget that they were trying to look cool, and so much fun that they look back in 12 years and want to pass that on to the next generation. I hope that when that happens they take the initiative to work this job and teach the youth and show them the ways and hopefully it’ll be even easier for them to do because we’ll have paved the way