proud native

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!

Why I need Chicana feminism

Because I was taught to stay away from certain styles because they were too “mexican”. With phrases like “the bigger the hoop, the bigger the hole” when I loved wearing big earrings. Being told that red hair against my brown skin looked “ghetto” instead of fierce and bold. Wearing stylish flannels like the pretty pastel haired girls on tumblr and being told I look like a “chola”. Working hard to get rid of my slang because society taught me that it was “unflattering”. That bright red lips were too much. That my natural intense brows are now a makeup “fad”. When in reality all this shit was made up by people that want to put us down for claiming our own identity. 

I know that Overwatch did their best to erase Gabriel from the public narrative of Overwatch because of his job in Blackwatch, but I know in my heart of hearts that if one of their own was at all responsible for ending the robot apocalypse, the city of Los Angeles would never shut up about it.

There would have murals of him painted EVERYWHERE in the city: Next to Caesar Chavez, with Tupac and Kendrick Lamar lyrics underneath, highly stylized cartoon graffiti, ironic pop art. Everywhere.

Several someones are in a coffee shop writing the screen play to a movie about him or as a cameo in their Omnic Crisis action comedy.

The Latinx community in the city would be so proud and would never let anyone forget that the reason you’re not dead is because of one of them.

LA rappers dropping his name in rhymes when identifying themselves as proud LA natives. Rude cover band names like “The Gabriel Reyes Sex Machines”.

Gallery exhibits dedicated entirely to him.

Morning talk radio unapologetically shading the hell out of Jack Morrison because of their relentless staning for their native son.

Children dressing up like him for their school presentations, leading to an entire generation of college students leaving home and saying “how have you never heard of Gabriel Reyes??”

Every single Reyes in the City having to qualify that they’re not related to him or lie that they are. Except Gabe’s  actual entire extended family that come out of the woodwork and have bragging rights for.ev.er.

Shout out

Shout out to first nations people

Shout out to first nations people who deal with racism and harassment

to first nations people who are mistreated by the government and society

to first nations kids who had to find out their own heritage because schools will not teach them

To dark first nations

To white passing first nations

To two-spirited First nations

To Metis who are harassed for having different race parents.

To first nations who stand up for their constant injustice.

I and do many others are so proud of you. Keep going.

Some Piper doodles that I’m projecting my emotions onto

I think it’s just that time of night where you think about every life choice you’ve made and start regretting some of them. 

I’m native american and growing up was hard with the lack of positive representation and whatnot. When I was younger I didn’t want to be native, I wasn’t proud to be native. I felt like I was a part of group that didn’t exist and natives only make up a small percentage of the population. It was hard growing up with relatives who did nothing but drink alcohol. There wasn’t a lot to be proud of. I can’t name any famous native americans off the top of my head. No comedians, no radio personalties, no nothing. So I rebelled being native every chance I got. I refused to speak navajo. I refused learning it. I regret not learning when I had the chance bc it’s a dying language and less and less people are speaking it and I’m contributing to that growing number. I can’t talk to my grandma who only speaks navajo. I can’t hear her stories. 

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I would just like to say;

This is my girlfriend. She had a job interview on Monday. She has 10 tattoos and 7 piercings (some of which were visible during the interview). She has coloured hair (it has red in the front). She is native. She is a lesbian. On top of all of that, she wore a hat to the interview.

To everyone who says they can’t get a job because of this or that, NO, you can. It was her first time meeting the boss, she had no connection with anyone in the company, and she started working the next morning.

My girlfriend can get a job regardless of having body modifications and being in a minority group. I’m sick of hearing people saying they can’t find work because they have their nosed pierced, or purple hair. Trust me, it’s possible.

I am so proud of you, Alysha Mattice, for getting the job. You are an inspiration to me. I love you.

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Sorry i have not posted in awhile i have been very very busy with school work and wedding ceremony planning. We are legally married but never had a ceremony :) well lately kimber and ezra has been super busy and driving me nuts!!!! See you guys later

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Since it’s Superbowl Sunday we may as well circulate the only Superbowl ad that matters. Granted it wasn’t aired at the Superbowl but it still went viral. And it’s pretty damn good if you haven’t seen it already. <3