The Eagle Bull- Oxendine family is being sued by their child’s school for defamation, because they asked the school to permanently change their offensive and culturally insensitive Thanksgiving curriculum and to honor a two-year scholarship taken from their daughter after they voiced their concern over Native appropriation there.
They’re raising funds to defray mounting legal expenses. Please share this link and donate what you can. If they lose, we all lose. This case has the potential to set dangerous precedent where Natives are effectively gagged from speaking out against appropriation and the abuse of our culture and sacred ways by mainstream society. This is legal conquest. We can’t allow them to play Indian and hide behind judicial robes to do it. Thank you.
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So I found this harlequin romance paperback today, and normally I just toss those right over without paying them much mind, but the cover of this one made me pause. Sure that the artist was just taking liberties, I checked out the back.
I’m dubious. I should read a passage:
It is a literal bear.
Okay yeah I’ll admit it I’m going to read this but only because it sounds like the most fucked up romance novel in existence.
You have some explaining to do, Canada.
You guys don’t understand. Screw it being a bestseller, 50 Shades of Gray is a bestseller, this book won the Governor General’s Award. That’s the highest literary award in Canada. That’s the pulitzer prize of Canadian literature. Bear is a part of Canadian literary history.
i had to read this book in uni for my first year Canadian literature class. When we first heard of it we were like, “Oh the Bear’s a metaphor or some shit.” but then one kid read ahead, and was like, “Guys, no, she literally fucks the bear. She fucked a bear.”
Okay, this is undoubtedly one of the most fucked up things ever committed to ink and paper, but more than almost anything else, what I want an answer to is this:
This crazy bitch gains the trust and friendship of a wild animal that could tear her to shreds, she falls in love with it, talks to it, even goes so far as to fucking commit bestiality with it…and she never gives it a name?
She just calls it “bear” for the whole book? What’s to prevent this lunatic from going off with some other bear? Does she really love this animal, or is she just a depraved ursidae fetishist?
If I were that bear, I’d seriously rethink the foundation of my relationship. I would have questions. Is this love, maniac Canadian woman? Is it? Or is it merely lust!?
Tonight’s Gender of the night is: Wednesday Addams
#we’re all on the same page re: his Batman but I submit to you that his Bruce Wayne would be out of this world #all chuckles and goofball smiles and unintentional sext selfies and tuxedos and acting sloppy drunk yet maintaining full adorableness #he’d be pulling faces and wearing Kanye shutter shades at the polo and he’d have a casual shoe collection that needed its own room #and everybody would be like ‘daawww that Bruce Wayne what an airhead but so cute right? did you hear he bought lunch for like 8 paparazzos who were waiting for him outside his fave restaurant?’ #and he’d just be this big goofy pouty celeb built like a brick shithouse #meanwhile #he’s working out on the parallel bars in the batcave - face like thunder and the righteous fury of all time
and i especially love the idea of his fakey bruce wayne-y acting he has a watch collection he has a wing of japanese art at the Met named after him and he stumbles around at the gala opening smiling benignly and asking people to explain things and then mispronouncing them and acting all embarrassed and being photographed rollerskating (badly) next to a model in the jogging lane of gotham central park and his cars are brightly coloured and difficult to insure and how he’s at a bar and the news flicks over to a story of a breakout at Arkham and he gets all still and whoever’s at his elbow is like ‘hey bruce - what’s with you?’ and idris!bruce just says ‘i have that same shirt as the news anchor - does mine look that bad?? you’d tell me right?’ (all tags from harrietvane)
Salome dances her dance of the seven veils,
The men all eye her like wolves on the hunt, this beautiful girl
finally undressing for them. Finally they can see her
exactly as they want to.
The first veil drops.
In 2007, Kim Kardashian’s ex-boyfriend
released their sex tape against her will.
Kim Kardashian, rather than hide in shame
Used the publicity to promote her own career.
Salome moves like a dream half-remembered.
Salome dances like a siren song. All the men ache
to see the hot sugar of her hip bones.
The second veil drops.
In 2014, Kim Kardashian walks down the aisle
As the whole world watches. If only all of us
were so successful in our revenge.
If only all of us stood in our Louboutin heels
on the backs of the men who betray us,
surveying the world we created for ourselves.
The third veil drops.
Kim Kardashian knows exactly what you think of her.
She presses the cloth tighter against her skin
Her smile is a promise she never intends to keep
We can almost see all of her.
Salome shows us her body
but never her eyes.
The fourth veil is dropping.
The four things most recently tweeted at Kim Kardashian were
@KimKardashian Suck My Dick
@Kim Kardashian Can I Meet Kanye?
@KimKardashian Please Fuck Me
@KimKardashian I Love You. I Love You.
Women are told to keep their legs shut.
Women are told to keep their mouths shut.
Some women are kept silent for so long,
They become experts in the silent theft of power.
The fifth veil has dropped.
Kim Kardashian made $12 million dollars this year
Yesterday, uncountable men in their miserable jobs,
told their miserable friends that Kim was a “dumb whore”
Kim Kardashian will never learn their names.
The sixth veil has dropped.
The seventh veil has dropped.
And Salome sat beside King Herod. And he swore unto her
“Whatsoever thou shalt ask of me, I will give to thee
unto the half of my kingdom”
And she smiled, and said
“Bring me the head of John The Baptist.
Punish the man who hurt me”
Sometimes evolution makes beautiful animals that move with all the elegance of a finely-honed ballet. Other times… it makes ducks.
The infamous picture that started on Tumblr in 2012 then 2 yrs later still the same gaze ❤️
i beg to differ…that second gaze is way more intense. can almost touch the love in itThe look of love is powerful.
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