It’s kind of like if you spend your life walking with a gentle wind at your back, going slightly downhill. And then you see someone who had to walk uphill into the wind. The person is noticeably strained. You ask that person why zhe is so sweaty and zhe explains that zhe is walking uphill into the wind, and that it is easier for you because you are walking downhill with the wind at your back. You then tell this person that zhe really shouldn’t overanalyze the differences in your situations because, after all, you’re both just walking.
Not acknowleding the hardships other people face due to their differences doesn’t actually erase the hardship, it just eliminates their ability to talk about it.
”—me, trying to delicately explain what ‘privilege’ is to a commenter on a friend’s Facebook (via yarr-metis)
I miss you more than I should, Than I thought I could, Can't get my mind off of you
I’ve thought all day how to answer this one…
I have a pretty good idea of who this could be, and I hope I’m right.
I’m so incredibly confused and hurt about what you did. It takes a lot for me to trust someone, and once you’ve broken that trust, you’ve lost it.
That being said, I am also a foolishly forgiving person…I know what its like to make terrible choices, and I always think “If I just had one more chance, I’d do it right this time” and so I like to give people the benefit of the doubt. You took advantage of the fact that I’m very honest, and while I had serious doubts about a lot of what you told me, I guess I have myself to blame for letting you in.
I haven’t made up my mind what to do about you yet…but know that I’m here, I mean clearly you found me, but I’m here, and open to hear your side… don’t expect it to be be like it used to be though.
Cyproterone Acetate, better known as Androcur, is an anti-androgen medication taken by both male and female intersex individuals. A change in Australian health care policy, though, means that intersex people—those born with both male and female biological traits—can only get Androcur by signing themselves onto a potential sex offenders’ list. The same is true for female-indentified transsexuals, who take the drug to suppress male hormones.
The problem is that the government only approves the drug for two reasons: for prostate cancer, and for registered sex offenders, since the androgen prohibitor reduces one’s sex drive.
According to the Australian affiliate of the OII (Organisation Internationale des Intersexués):
Some intersex individuals need anti-androgen medication. Because those medicines are not recognized treatments for the specific diagnosis the only path to that medication is to register the intersex person in question as a potential sex offender at the Therapeutic Goods Administration in Canberra. That register also contains the names of numerous transsexual individuals who can only gain access to anti-androgens because of this inappropriate medication protocol. This is an outrage against those who are different!!
In order to get the medication, the doctor must ask whether you’re willing to on the offenders’ registry, and those who say no might be denied the prescription. Then, in order to get it, the doctor has to call the Therapeutic Goods Administration to see whether or not they approve.
The Dawn Chorus is a feminist Australian blog with some of the more technical info, if you’re interested.
TMI TUESDAY FOR CHOO: 1) what's your favorite line in double rainbow guy's video? 2) what is your favorite color to wear? 3) what's your favorite place/post a picture of it.
hahahaha not so much a line, just the noises he makes…omg, I just lose it. “OHHHH, OHH my god WHOOO! Omg its so bright and vivid AHHHHHH”
BLUE! Its my favorite color, and so I just naturally pick out blue clothes. I have to force myself to pick out other colors when I’m shopping
Oh this is really tough. I’m a huge sap, so I’m going to say my living room, because its where my family always is, and where I crave to be when I’m away. Here’s a picture from christmas (with my puppy included if you can see her)
between here and facebook, i’ve been disappointed by the response by the native community, in general. not just the native/other (which is most of what i’ve come across on tumblr), but even many of my own native/black brothers and sisters have either refrained to…
well sister, the racism has never been sugar-coated… unfortunately. show up at any powwow and be more black than brown, more brown than red. having to close your eyes, keeping your head up, dance your dance and sing the songs anyway because you KNOW who you are, even if others pretend they do not. some have bought into the hollywood indian lie because they are part of it. others are so afraid that someone else is trying to take whats theirs, they try to hold on to it tighter, but the tighter they hold on the more they squeeze the life out of it, and the truth eventually falls out. if you look into any book of photos or read the narratives of early natives, you see the truth. as a photographer, i’ve studied lighting, and exposure.. so quit the excuses of “old photography”. many tribes, many nations were as dark as many of the darkest of black folks walking around today. hair textures were as varied as there are today. there is so much denial and racism going on in indian country today, that i knew this “ndn lovefest” would come to an end the minute the “freedmen” issue came up. this is one reason why i’ve related so much to (soy dulce de leche’s) writings about her feelings in the dominican community. its hard, its always been hard to be caught in both worlds, fully claiming and living in both cultures, looking more like one, but living or having grown up in the other, only rejected because of hair texture or skin tone.
there’s no coincidence that some of us who identify as black/natives on here have silenced ourselves after seeing the behavior and words of certain “natives” on here because its nothing we haven’t seen or lived before and choose not to engage with it in our cyber lives so we “unfollow” or “ignore” or whatever we’ve had to do… to kill that noise. it is not ok for natives, half natives, quarter natives or anyone else to play indian police. its just not. but i understand that some people need to do so to prove even to themselves, just how “indian” they are. so i let them play their game. dont let those individuals keep you.. or any of the rest… to feel dejected, rejected and unaccepted. you come from your ancestors. you are your ancestors. not theirs… and god only knows who is really in their family tree… so they need to worry about their own, not anyone elses. as far as solidarity, someone wrote about how there were meetings and discussions without white folks present, on the issues between chicano, native and black folk. we must remember that white folks do not need to be present, we’ve been mentally divided and conquered long ago.
its funny and a bit ironic, i was at a symposium over the weekend and the issue of reparations came up. now, that has always been a thorn in my side, and a red flag for me, because to me how can a people demand land as payment that was stolen land without permission or consideration from the native community? its funny, and sad… because i have always brought up the native issue and cause in this. being the lone voice, and raising the question oftentimes, met with.. you know, we didn’t consider that… thank you for bringing that up. the native community WAS present during the civil rights movement. and worked right along side many activists, so its not completely accurate to say that the native community had no interests in the movement at that time. natives have historically been a part of the panther party and even the nation of islam (but thats another topic for another day). so now, seeing these discussions and the divide and the racism and the pain… makes me shake my head in sorrow, that this is what its become, its one of the things that i personally work for (unity), within my communities offline, and has what made me say FUCK tumblr on more days than not.
so i guess i said all of that to say to you, don’t let these opinions of these folks that you only know from the screen of your computer slow you down. use it to make you work harder. its painful and fucked up, but i have never asked for acceptance from folks like these. its not something that can be given or granted to me, by them, or anyone. who i am is mine, and i claim it. fuck the bullshit and the bullshitters. peace.
My queue is constantly a handful of posts away from full, if not full.
I warn you now, I just had to up my daily queued posts to 13, plus whatever random posts I’ll make on the spot. Please let me know if I’m posting too much, I don’t want to be THAT blog that spams your dashboard.
I take inspiration from all over, not just one person. Generally I look up to people who have had to overcome something terrible, and still have a great attitude. I also look up to people around me who go out there and live their life exactly how they want to.
Do you have any enemies? If so, describe them.
Well, I have quite the list of burned bridges…but I don’t take the time or energy required to hate them in return. I have had more best friends than a person should probably be allowed, but I’ve learned many very hard lessons about how selfish and thoughtless people can be, and that most people have ulterior motives for the things they do…
When is your birthday?
Its actually less than a month away, which is crazy, I don’t know where the summer went. Its on the 19th