i hate living in the city. i hate having no transportation to the rez. i feel so disconnected from my people and myself. i can’t get my hands on a hand drum, i can’t get beadwork, i can’t get real moccasins, i can’t even figure out how to source the materials to make stuff myself without supporting non-indigenous sellers. every time i see a shitty crochet dreamcatcher being sold by some white people, it’s like rubbing salt in an already gaping wound. this fuck sucks this fucking sucks this fucking sucks. i hate it here.
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