i am proud of this man

I’m so proud I voted for her three times.

I’m so angry that the suffragists who won us the right to vote missed their chance to see the first woman president.

I’m angry that many women act like a woman runs for president all the time. They don’t understand that a woman has NEVER been president and even if they’re only 20, they might very well never see a woman win in their lifetime.

I’m angry that American women have been shown that any man, regardless of political party, nationality, etc., is still more preferable as president than a woman.

And I’m angry that I missed the chance to watch Hillary win with my mother. If she’s not still with me when the first woman wins, then the victory will be hollow for me.

Alas, Hillary still got farther than any woman ever has and I am PROUD to have her as my champion. 🇺🇸

Acronym for Fear

This week is my first week of being base chat support at my work. Answer questions, that sort of thing. No big deal, right? I about had a panic attack this morning. 

Now, I am a professional coward. I don’t like confrontation. I sweep shit under the rug as long as possible. I treasure my time alone. I’m an avoider of uncomfortable emotions. I distrust my own thoughts. I have no idea what I am fucking doing.

However, I also have to make a living somehow. Shit. Why can’t I be independently wealthy? 

Whatever. Somehow, some way, I made it through. I’m kinda proud of myself. Can I do this for two weeks?

 … eh, I’m gonna have to. 

Fear is a crippling thing, man. But the best thing to do is face it head on. Even though I really, really don’t want to. Like, as a kid, horror movies scared me, so I made myself watch a shit ton of horror movies and I got over it. I live next to a carpenter bee tree and now we’re bros. The toughest thing is takin’ that first step. I’m just writing this to myself mostly. Maybe I might somehow convince myself to become a badass. 

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must sob pathetically into my cat’s soft, judging fur. 

FIN

anonymous asked:

Are you even native American

Hello nosey nonnie.

Yes I am Native American, but I don’t look it. And no it’s not one of those my great grandmother was Cherokee. I am 2nd generation off the rez Tuscarora, Iroquois Turtle Clan.

This is me and my mother. Yes she is my birth mother, I just got very fucked over in the genes department. I swear I’m adopted but we have many photos of the birth and have several paternity and maternity tests to prove that I fell out of this woman’s vagina.

Here are some more pictures cause I’m pale and I honestly don’t think you believe me:

(My mom actually made every piece of jewelry I am wearing and hand beaded that vest as well).

And here’s pictures of the woman that I blame for my bad genes: My grandmother.

I get told I look like her all the time AND I HONESTLY DO NOT SEE IT, but because I get told I look like her all the time I BLAME HER.

On the left you see my grandpa (full blood native) in his headdress, on the right you see my cousin (also full blood), the great medicine man Mad Bear, here’s a book about him since you seem to be so nosey.

And in case you doubted me, here are a few pictures of me when my ma and I were on the powwow circuit.

This is me with my ma’s regalia (if you call it a costume I will shank you) because a) she had a bad leg day and couldn’t dance and b) mine was not ready and made and I JUST REALLY WANTED TO DANCE. (This is also the day I got burnt ON MY FUCKING HAIRLINE WHERE MY HAIR WAS PARTED. THAT FUCKING HURTS!)

Here’s me in my fancy dance shawl. There aren’t that many pictures of me because a) I fucking hated them b) it’s normally seen as disrespectful to take pictures of dancers out of the circle without their permission and my ma and I were always dancing at the same times AND I NEVER LET ANYONE TAKE MY PICTURE AT THIS TIME IN MY LIFE.

So yes, my family is a very rainbow family, I just happen to be the one WHITE passing one. No really…

Here’s me (in the middle if you can’t guess), Bebe and Audree. I like to call this the ABC Rainbow of the Printup family (because my first name is Cheyenne…..I swear our parents DID NOT PLAN THIS). 

And this is another pic of me and Audree YEARS later

Am I Native? Yes

Do I look traditionally Native? No

Does that mean I am not going to label myself as native? HELL TO THE FUCK NO.

Please reblog and share so that people can understand that there are white passing people of color. Yes even some that pass as white as me. We do exist and no that does not give you the right to basically white wash us. I am proud of my native roots and I will share everything and anything you want to know. The more educational resources we can get out there the better. DON’T BE AFRAID TO SHOOT ME AN ASK. I LOVE IT, but please do not be a dick like this one and phrase it so accusingly. Much appreciated, thank you!

Can I just say like… I’m not American so I can’t really know what it’s like out there right now, but I am really proud of you guys. Like, Trump - a man known to have sexually assaulted multiple women - is elected, so the women of your country not only turn out in their millions but they inspire women around the world to do the same in solidarity. He preaches anti-intellectualism, so your scientists host database hacking and saving days to preserve data. He bans government agencies from speaking the truth, so they create rogue social media accounts that spread facts even at the risk of their jobs. He brings in racist immigration bans, causing chaos in airports and huge uncertainties in the lives of real, innocent people, so protesters swarm to the airports, lawyers work pro bono round the clock to get people into the country, and people mobilise to destroy him in the high court in a day.
I know this is awful and it sucks and it’s only been one freaking week, but you guys are doing amazing right now and I am so moved and so proud. It’s gonna be tough and everyone will have to pick their battles and just keep fighting and pushing, and this isn’t how it should be but at least we know there are people with the guts and the gumption to do what they can.
You guys are the sand in the gears.

Lance really is a quick thinker, man! remember when everyone was being chased by space paul blart mall cop?

everyone was like SHIT WHAT DO WE DO THERE’S A DEAD END 

and Lance was like WAIT…

WHAT IF…

MAYBE I CAN

QUICK EVERYONE GET ON MY HOVERBOARDING COW

and then he pilots everyone to safety :D

man look at how excited he is! 

good job my son, i am proud of you

So this very nice lady who is a donor to the organization where I work sent us a ‘non-attending’ contribution in support of our upcoming event and since she’s in her 70s and she’s been attending this event for the last 30 years I called her to check in, and she can’t come this year because she participated in an anti-Trump Thriller flash mob where all the zombies were carrying protest signs and she tripped over her sign and broke her pelvis. I am so proud and so inspired and also will heed this cautionary tale and try to gird my pelvis when i’m 76 and sticking it to the man.

CAN I JUST SAY THAT HARRY COULDVE WENT THE TYPICAL SOLO STAR ROUTE LIKE HE COULDVE CAME OUT ALL DARK AND MYSTERIOUS AND HALF NAKED WEARING LEATHER WITH WOMEN DRIPPING ALL OVER HIM AND HE COULDVE WENT AGAINST THE BAND AND HE COULDVE BECOME THE ROCKSTAR EVERYONE ALWAYS WANTED HIM TO BE BUT INSTEAD HES JUST HIMSELF, ALL PINK AND FLAMBOYANT AND DORKY AND EVERYTHING IS PRETTY AND BRIGHT AND HES LIKE, “HERE I AM, LOVE ME THE WAY I AM OR DONT LOVE ME AT ALL” AND IM SO PROUD OF HIM MY STRONG BABY THIS IS THE SAME MAN WHO CRIED ABOUT WHAT PEOPLE SAID ABOUT HIM !!! LOOK AT HIM NOW !!! IM SO PROUD !!!!!!! LOOK AT HIM !!!!!! HES DOING THAT !!!!!!!!

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💕A compilation of SHINee doting on Jonghyun, 2016-2017 💕 

Happy birthday to this gorgeous, adorable, talented man! I am constantly blown away by your talent, passion and empathy for the world, and you make us so proud. Here’s to a healthy 2017, and another year of great music! 

Day Ninety-Nine

-In a battle of etiquette-based oneupmanship, I found myself engaged in an ever-reciprocating chain of goodbyes and waves. My opponent: a four year-old with a penchant for trucks. The sparring waged on until, after the thirty-seventh goodbye, the tired mother hushed her son, leaving me as the reigning champion.

-A six year-old tore the bag of a Minecraft toy and insisted to his mother that she had to buy it now, that it was her duty to purchase the damaged goods. Whether a sincere act of guilt or simply a masterful career-making con, it was ultimately in vain, as the mother hid the evidence and led her children on a grand escape.

-A man attempted to leave his empty Starbucks cup at a vacant register to get away with not throwing it away himself. Unfortunately for him, this had actually been my register, and I had stepped away momentarily. My return was perfectly timed as I successfully spooked the life out of him and he swiftly snatched it up and made a run for it. Justice prevails once more.

-I caught a woman in her forties Instagramming her Starbucks experience. Not with a picture of her drink, but rather, the entire Starbucks. I am deeply and truly proud of this woman for living her life to the fullest.

-I listened, enraptured, as two girls debated whether or not they share a mother. I only wish I could have heard the conclusion.

-Today, we at my store are facing the unspeakable: a near-complete bag shortage. We have been raiding adjacent lanes for whatever bags they had to spare, but these resources will soon dry up. We are left with few options. Our next raid will have to be a nearby location. We must survive. Whatever the cost.

-“Don’t talk to me, I have to go to Walmart,” A mother snapped at her children. I understand. I, too, can lose my temper when facing such a harrowing realization.

-In the midst of a casual conversation, a guest dropped that she “is going to eat the heiny out of a horse.” I do not know her, and I may be overstepping my bounds here, but please LEAVE THE HORSE ALONE.

-A couple came through my lane and purchased only a large bottle of lube. This in itself did not faze me, however, the payment did. As he handed me his cash, I noticed that the middle two fingers on his dominant hand had been broken and were in a cast. Clearly, this is a man who has learned his lesson the hard way.

#18 Fears // Trans people are so brave omf, these are things I am personally afraid of and if you fear these things you aren’t alone. Even if I lose my singing voice, I’ll have a deeper more masculine voice to be proud of. Losing family is scary but if they stop caring about you for being yourself, they don’t deserve you. Needles and acne suck but so does my dysphoria and I think it will be worth it in the end.