diea-kierlyn:

Everyone is bi until proven otherwise.

random-anthropology:

giwatafiya:

dominawritesthings:

thewellofastarael:

mexica-boricua:

skywritingg:

myvaginaisanuclearreactor:

howmanymoredays:

kropotkitten:

Fun History Fact: The overwhelming majority of cowboys in the U.S. were Indigenous, Black, and/or Mexican persons. The omnipresent white cowboy is a Hollywood studio concoction meant to uphold the mythology of white masculinity.

Thank you.

I will always re-blog this

I think it was high school when i overheard some white girl put on her best semi-disgusted and confused voice and go “why do so many Mexicans dress up like cowboys?” and I had to be the person to tell her.

Why do you think the whites say buckero? Cause they couldn’t say vaquero.

I dunno if I reblogged this before but fuck it, y'all gon learn today.

Teach the children.

It’s also one of the reasons that rodeos are so popular with Indigenous people. When pow wows and other gatherings were discouraged or outright banned, the rodeo was a legitimate way to get together with friends and family members.

mollyrockstar:

My school does not have art. Our electives are kind of sad. I teach Speech & Debate and I tell myself and the kids that it is really fun. And it is! But it is not art.

Once a year, I have been fortunate enough to have one of the true homies come and teach some art to my kids. Last year, a pal drove (with a baby!) through two plus hours of traffic to do silkscreen with my students. They loved it.

And this year, my buddy carted clay and accoutrement over for an afternoon ceramics session in my classroom.

I told the students it was first come, first serve and I could accept thirty. They traded their spots, so that while thirty came, they were not my original thirty. One girl gave up her spot because she had been at the workshop last year and she wanted someone else to have a chance. Another boy traded his spot with his girlfriend, so she could make something while he watched their toddler.

Because these kids are amazing like that.

So, my true, dear friend made a slideshow and taught them the basics of ceramics and design. He measured and cut clay and handed it out. He darted around, answering questions, being supportive.

And I sat back and watched… because something borderline magical was happening in my room.

One young man, who NEVER talks to anyone, who has no real friends at school started making a cup. And suddenly he was laughing with the other kids. He was smiling like crazy. He was interacting and enjoying his peers in ways I had never witnessed. He was beautiful.

The cholas in the back were silent. Making plates with designs on them like it was their JOB. They had to be coerced into leaving when the time came. They just wanted to make more, man.

The teen mom made her kid a snowman.

Someone made a plate with a heart.

No one made a bong. We were watching carefully. My buddy has a rule, “One hole it’s a vase. Two holes, I break it.”

But no one was trippin’ on that because making stuff is FUN. And they LOVED it.

So, my friend and I are going to get together this summer, have a couple of beers, and write some art curriculum that even an old English teacher like me can administer.

Because all kids need a chance to express themselves, to use their hands, to create.

No one should have to live in a world of words and equations all the time.