“We’re gunna kill you squaw!”
“We’re gunna kill you squaw!” Those words are forever burned into my memory as my bare feet hit the cold pavement in the middle of the night. My lungs burned. My thoughts raced. Different scenarios...
View Article“These stories are our medicine.”
When I was a senior in high school, I wanted to dance. Not pow wow dancing, not even ballet, but the muscular aggressive style of La La La Human Steps. I was in rehearsals for a musical and had a new...
View Article“Yes, we can share our stories.”
My story begins: After my first year of school I returned for my second year. I was inspired, happy, and homesick as well because of the distance. I went out one night with a girlfriend to the bar. It...
View ArticleBoyfriend. Husband. Friend.
When I was 14, it was my boyfriend. When I was 20, it was my husband. When I was 26, it was my friend. It’s happened to me three times. I don’t look particularly Indian, at least not for where I live....
View ArticleEagle Feathers and Hollow Ceremonial Practice
When I was 18, I was a virgin. I was quite proud of it. Somehow, despite some of the things that had happened to me, I had managed to retain that. I was very close to my grandmothers. They both...
View ArticleIt’s Good That You Found Love
Wedding rings, Bondage, Corset, Hands around the neck, True love, Its good that you found love, Some women are slammed up against walls, Slapped across the face, Violently controlled, Through single...
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