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23-year-old. Plains Cree First Nations & Red River Métis. Two-Spirited. Lives in Canada's prairies. Full time university student majoring in Indigenous studies & Women & Gender Studies. Probably owns more books than you, but you can borrow some.
Mostly reblogs of pretty pictures and my angry brown feminist opinions. Personal stuff will mostly be elsewhere, but there's some stuff here. not a quality blog and i'm p boring tbh.
Rep’n with my sash, beadwork and my quillwork barrette.
National Aboriginal Day invokes a lot of feelings for me. As it does for a lot of us here in colonial Canada. Some of them are good, a lot of them are not good. I won’t try to explain - there are many people who have done that, and a lot more eloquently than I can.
NAD also makes me think a lot of the joy, and sadly, contention of what it is to be both a Cree and Métis woman growing up with both cultures. Although I love and celebrate both my cultures, I am expected to only claim one. I am always Cree before I am Métis to many fellow NDNs, and especially to institutions. I can never check off both of those boxes on forms. Because apparently, there is no way to be both Métis and a “status Indian” (Spoiler: I am). A lot people don’t even know that Métis people have their own distinct language and traditions. My grandma spoke Michif fluently and was a loved and respected Elder, my dad builds Red River carts - being Métis is just as important to me as being Cree is.
I could spill a whole essay here. Maybe I will someday. But for now, I’ll just say that it was a good day. Even if I see the definite shitty aspect of NAD, it’s also an opportunity to see a lot of people I love and for many of our artists to be celebrated.
Happy solstice, everyone.
I will post more pictures later.
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