“You Have Panic Attacks When You Wake Up” And??? It’s Part Of My Brand

I love my gf so much but if someone were to make me banana bread rn I’d marry them im ngl

anyone else think random intrusive thoughts and they’re almost always “SAY A SLUR” like ok I get there’s white southerner in my mixed ass but she fucked a native man she wasn’t like that 😭

My relationship with religion is one thing but I’ll always love pope Francis, rip the icon himself

fondly remembering when pope francis said he hopes hell is empty. top pope francis moments. right up there with him saying some seminaries are too faggy

There are some VERY interesting dynamics in mixed whitewashed Native culture and I’m here to be pissy about them.

To start, I’m a mixed Sicilian/Tsalagi person. “Oh but what or who is a Tsalagi” great question! Cherokee folks.

With that in mind, let’s continue!

I think it very interesting how society treats native folks. My grandpops moved from the Rez when he was like two. He never knew his culture, because his parents didn’t want him to. They wanted him to be a tan white guy. Because that assimilation into the white culture of the 50’s and 60’s was a good choice in their eyes. So he didn’t get stories, he didn’t get tattoos, he didn’t get to go to powwows or hang around with the cousins and their dogs. He was in rural Oklahoma. So how does that relate to me?

I didn’t know I’m Native American. I didn’t know I was anything until one day my grandpops told me that his parents didn’t move him off the reservation so I could go around acting a damn fool. I didn’t know that there was people to connect with, stories to tell. I didn’t even know what Tsalagi meant. I didn’t know what the nut porridge we ate in winter was called. I’ve learned more from my school experience than my home experience on what it means to be native. I’ve learned more from the perspective of trying to be a “white” ally than anything else.

So give people grace. If grandma was a Cherokee princess, whatever. Yeah, don’t gotta listen to them. But if grandma was adopted out to a white family, leave them alone. So what if they call themselves Cherokee? So fucking what if they have no clue what the language is or what the stories are or what the food is or the culture or what the fuck a ribbon skirt is. Leave them alone. Better yet, educate them. (Not you white people, I’m talking about actual native people here) Tell them your stories! Tell them the traditions! Show them the food and the regalia and everything else they missed in their family’s choice to assimilate. Show them our culture.

There will be a part two to this about Sicilian culture and how it translates to being American where you aren’t dirty or “colored” (direct translated quote) you’re just fucking white and get over yourself (that’s the view on Sicilians not the view I hold as a Sicilian)

Am I sick. I ate something with mayo on it earlier and I Enjoyed It. Help

Literally I’m chat gpt. I’m chat gpt. I generate most likely answers call that autism gpt

Greetings.

Go punch a nazi, zoophile, or pedophile today.

Why isn’t it socially appropriate to say everypuppy instead of everyone :( and don’t say bc not everyone is a puppy, I don’t accept that. Anyways here’s my very short list of words that I like because I am a dog:

Everypuppy

Wagging my tail (referring to little happy wiggles)

Bones/treats (any kind of food that’s yummy but not a meal)

Paws (instead of hands)

Probably more I can’t think of rn..

Having someone turn on the lights in a public bathroom is truly humbling. “Oh my god I’m unstoppable I’m gonna bend therapy over” and then the light is turned on and I’m reminded I have evil autism and spend the session crying. Anywho this is a random shitty fucking pic of me in said public bathroom

It’s so awkward because I wanted a good pic but I’m a generally unsettled person

idk man everyone always talks about the “is hannibal… in love… with me?” scene from the lens of like,,, a teenager with an obvious crush,, but there’s so much horror in that scene, too. the dawning realization that a man like that can love and that will is the one he loves. the pain of being wholly beloved and understood by someone who only burns, who consumes even as he creates. the inescapable knowledge that what they had was real; that hannibal’s cruelty was motivated in part by heartbreak. idk