FYI
I'm a vary small part Cherokee. Following my diagnosis with a predominantly Caucasian homozygous recessive disorder, I tended to get involved with anything but a White man because ethnicity is a quick and dirty genetics test dramatically reducing the odds I will -- whoopsie! -- end up pregnant with ANOTHER child with a Dread Disease.
I have it. One of my two sons has it. I have had ENOUGH of this damn disease, thanks.
No, I don't actively seek out non-White men to get with. I'm a woman. Men almost always initiate.
It's just vastly easier to let a guy chat me up and get to know me and see where it goes if I'm not hyperventilating about getting knocked up out of wedlock with a child with an expensive and debilitating condition and then abandoned by the father. If a White man doesn't already know about my diagnosis before he gets flirty, there's absolutely no good time and no good way to mention the possibility that playing footsies with me might lead to a child with a condition you shouldn't wish on your worst enemy.
See PNG, Gary Farmer and My Dad for an insufficient attempt to catalog my writings about Natives which are sprinkled throughout many different blogs and include newer pieces like THIS and THIS, so good luck with that.
If you are Native and don't like what I have to say, welp, sorry? Stop reading and find a better way to spend your time.
You don't belong to me. I don't belong to you. The Native community has made it crystal clear I can get off their damn lawn and that street runs both ways.
See also Social Topics Interest Me as my latest attempt to say I'm not some paragon of virtue nor some judgy bitch Moralizing about fuck all. I'm some gal who is too truthful to be good desperately trying to make MY life work.
I have NO traffic. I'm not currently active on ANY social media platform anywhere. I'm in Social Cyberia, have been for a really long time and things have only grown steadily COLDER over the years.
So I don't want to hear your delusions that I'm powerful and influential and must be stopped.
1 January 2026
I have it. One of my two sons has it. I have had ENOUGH of this damn disease, thanks.
No, I don't actively seek out non-White men to get with. I'm a woman. Men almost always initiate.
It's just vastly easier to let a guy chat me up and get to know me and see where it goes if I'm not hyperventilating about getting knocked up out of wedlock with a child with an expensive and debilitating condition and then abandoned by the father. If a White man doesn't already know about my diagnosis before he gets flirty, there's absolutely no good time and no good way to mention the possibility that playing footsies with me might lead to a child with a condition you shouldn't wish on your worst enemy.
See PNG, Gary Farmer and My Dad for an insufficient attempt to catalog my writings about Natives which are sprinkled throughout many different blogs and include newer pieces like THIS and THIS, so good luck with that.
If you are Native and don't like what I have to say, welp, sorry? Stop reading and find a better way to spend your time.
You don't belong to me. I don't belong to you. The Native community has made it crystal clear I can get off their damn lawn and that street runs both ways.
See also Social Topics Interest Me as my latest attempt to say I'm not some paragon of virtue nor some judgy bitch Moralizing about fuck all. I'm some gal who is too truthful to be good desperately trying to make MY life work.
I have NO traffic. I'm not currently active on ANY social media platform anywhere. I'm in Social Cyberia, have been for a really long time and things have only grown steadily COLDER over the years.
So I don't want to hear your delusions that I'm powerful and influential and must be stopped.
1 January 2026