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Anxious times.
  1. “I still have mixed feelings over this whole “walking in their shoes” idea. While I think Kurek’s journey was obviously important and moving for him, and I’m excited that he’s talking about it and coming back to the evangelical community to, pardon the pun, evangelize –- to spread the word that gay people are not evil, to challenge homophobic views, I still wonder about his project.

    Does playing gay really give you an insight into what it’s like to be gay? Kurek endured the surface experience of being gay, both the good and the bad. He was welcomed into the gay community, and he was taunted and discriminated against. But not actually being gay means that he didn’t experience the parts of being gay that are purely internal, the things that you wrestle with on your own in the middle of the night. He took a fieldtrip to gayland and it may have been informative and interesting, but I’m hesitant to say that he truly knows what it’s like to be gay, and that’s often how his story is being told.” - Cross in the Closet: Does Playing Gay for a Year Mean You Know What It’s Like to Be Gay? - By S.E. Smith

  2. "My anger is still in me. It is mine. I earned it. I share it. It belongs to all of us, collectively. The forces of religion, education, society, the judiciary, the media, make it a real, everyday occurrence. At times I do not realize there is a difference between being happy, being angry, and being alive. I have had to make friends with anger. We are together when people continue to say - you sound so angry when you speak about the education system. Yes I am, because it continues to perpetuate inaccuracies. I am angry when Aboriginal peoples are labelled “Indians.” I am angry when a person is devalued by the colour of their skin. Yes I am, when teachers continue to tell us that we were discovered out of our own savage chasm of non-sentience. Yes I am, when people try to use me to support their theories. Yes, I am angry."
    Valerie Bedassigae Pheasant, My Mother Used to Dance (via cassket)
  3. "My anger is still in me. It is mine. I earned it. I share it. It belongs to all of us, collectively. The forces of religion, education, society, the judiciary, the media, make it a real, everyday occurrence. At times I do not realize there is a difference between being happy, being angry, and being alive. I have had to make friends with anger. We are together when people continue to say - you sound so angry when you speak about the education system. Yes I am, because it continues to perpetuate inaccuracies. I am angry when Aboriginal peoples are labelled “Indians.” I am angry when a person is devalued by the colour of their skin. Yes I am, when teachers continue to tell us that we were discovered out of our own savage chasm of non-sentience. Yes I am, when people try to use me to support their theories. Yes, I am angry."
    Valerie Bedassigae Pheasant, My Mother Used to Dance
  4. Gay While Indigenous: Anti-Native Attitudes in Mainstream Gay Culture

    this-is-not-native:

    digatisdi:

    Note: I’ll use ‘gay’ in the sense of “cisgender, homosexual male” because I have yet to encounter a situation in which the other letters in LGBT+ weren’t tokenised to an extreme. It would be disingenuous to imply otherwise.

    When you’re Native you can’t just walk into a bar and find a date— Well, I can’t anyway. For me to be comfortable enough with someone to date them, I have to observe them for months to find out if there’s any indication that they might be harbouring some incredibly inappropriate behaviours. Maybe they’ll use the Trail of Tears in a poorly-thought-out attempt at a pickup line such as this gem from 2010: “I’ll make you cum so hard your dick’s drippings will be called the second Trail of Tears.” (we’ll touch on that in a moment) You don’t know what they might say and it’s inadvisable to risk it. Back to that pick-up line for a bit, first of all, let’s disregard the fact that ‘drippings’ is a thoroughly unsexy word and focus on the implications of trying to turn the darkest point in my tribe’s history into something sexy… Primarily: it’s inappropriate. Full stop.

    Gay bars are by far the worst. The year was 2009. I was out of the closet and at a gay bar for the first time. I wore a shirt that said “ᏗᎧᏃᎩᏛ” and was slowly drinking a horrifically overpriced $9 glass of Diet Coke when a guy walked up and asked what my shirt said. “It says, ‘Music’ in my mother tongue.” I said. Upon further questions I revealed I grew up speaking Cherokee and English. He seemed nice— don’t they all— until he grabbed his friend’s lipstick, smeared it on his face, raised his hand and said, “Hau.”

    I explained that what he did wasn’t okay, that first of all, we say “Osiyo” or “Siyo” for “hello” and second, by doing what he did he was perpetuating a centuries-old stereotype that’s been used to slaughter my people.

    He said I needed to lighten up “because we accept everybody and we all bleed red.” When I tried to leave, I heard a call of “Hey boys, we have a jaded little prairie nigger up here who needs to loosen up” followed by a raucous chorus of people saying things like “An injun?” and “Hau, red-man. Welcome to our pale-face bar”— half of them didn’t even see me, they were just joining in.

    I left immediately and have not returned since. You’d think it was an isolated incident but it really isn’t because there’s this really interesting (read: disgusting) trend in the gay community where I guess the white power-players seem to think that homophobia and racism are equivalent… That’s simply not the case and it’s insulting to claim that they are. “Gay” is not “the new Black” because aside from the more subtle issues in making the comparison, the two are not mutually exclusive. Trust me, there was no corporate sponsorship of the Civil Rights Movement which culminated in the Voting Rights Act of 1965 like there is with gay rights organisations presently, but I digress…

    My biggest problem comes from people who “think Natives are totally hot” because more often than not, they think the stereotypes are hot. In aiding in the moderation and posting on the blog, This Is Not Native, I’ve come across several dozen blogs of gay cis white men who talk about playing “Cowboys and Indians in Bed” complete with costumes or posting pictures of clearly non-native men wearing sacred regalia for a “sexy photo shoot” wherein they go on and on about how much they love Native men. Not only is this inherently offensive, it’s a big red-flag because that is pure unadulterated fetishisation which is (to put it mildly) degrading. When you point out to them that you’re a person part of a living culture and not a caricature that exists solely for them to have sex with, they get very angry. This is really absurd, you “accept everyone” and yet you see us as nothing better than a kinky costume? A fashion trend? A way to get back at your parents? They’re always the most angry and it might be because they think they’re a beacon of acceptance and upon learning that maybe they need to rethink some things, they don’t take it well.

    The fact of the matter is that in my experience, the anti-indigenous attitude really isn’t overt, and it only comes out sometimes— due to what, I don’t know— but when it does, it’s at least five times more vicious than I’ve seen in any other group and I don’t know why. What I do know is it needs to stop.

    I decided to reblog this here because those of you who’ve been following this blog long enough have seen the scenario outlined in the second-to-last paragraph happen will know exactly what I’m talking about.

    This is native, poorly written and unfortunately goes in eighteen directions at once but I think you all need to read this.

    Wado,
    Digatisdi

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