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Every night I dream about you

Wishing you were here by my side

Holding me all night long

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5 songs you listen to

I was tagged by @omgkalyppso <3 <3 <3. I'm too foggy to tag ppl right now, but if you see this and want to do this, consider yourself tagged :)

I listen to way too much music, but here's 5 random songs I've listened to over the past few days.

Meet Me In The Woods // Lord Huron

Godhunter // Aviators

Late at Night // Bearhead Sisters

Love Nwantiti

A Drop of Blood // Tamino

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Are there any Lakota feminists you admire?

It's a little hard to compile a list of Lakota feminists specifically. While there are some, there aren't enough, and I'd like to broaden my answer to cover more than just Lakota women fighting for feminism for Indigenous women all over the world. I hope that's okay.

These are women I encourage anyone to look up and check out their work, we all come from different backgrounds so I might not agree with/have experienced everything shared by them but I think every Indigenous woman's voice is important!

Jihan Gearon - Navajo, feminist and artist

Tarcila Rivera Zea - Quechuan, feminist activist, founder of multiple organizations for Indigenous women

Debora Barros Fince - Waayu, activist and human rights defender and lawyer in Colombia

Rauna Kuokkanen - Sami, professor and Indigenous feminist activist

Aileen Moreton-Robinson - Goenpul, Indigenous feminist and author, Australia's first Indigenous Distinguished Professor

Sarah Eagle Heart - Lakota, author and co-founder of Return to the Heart Foundation

Madonna Thunder Hawk - Lakota, civil rights activist and co-founder of Women of All Red Nations

Mandeí Juma - Chief of the Juma

Ávelin Kambiwá - Kambiwá, specialist in public policies on gender/race, feminist in Brazil

Jodi Voice Yellowfish - Creek, Lakota, and Cherokee, founder and chair of the MMIW Texas Rematriate organization

Wilma Mankiller - Cherokee, first female principal chief of her nation

Annie Mae Aquash - Mi'kmaq, member of AIM, deserves justice for her murder

Jolie Varela - Paiute, led a hike with indigenous women across their cultural land as an expression of sovereignty, founder of Indigenous Women Hike

Lee Maracle - Stó꞉lō, feminist author

Tillie Black Bear - Lakota, activist for domestic violence towards Indigenous women

Other Indigenous women I look up to/admire, not necessarily feminist specific:

The Bearhead Sisters - Sister trio singing group, Wilhnemme

Acosia Red Elk - Umatilla, jingle dancer

Deb Haaland - Laguna Pueblo, Interior Secretary for the USA

Amelia Marchand - Colville, warrior against climate change

Lydia Jennings - Pascua Yaqui and Huichol, warrior against climate change

Roberta Tuurraq Glenn-Borade - Iñupiaq, warrior against climate change

Robin Wall Kimmerer - Potwatomi, fantastic author, please read her book Braiding Sweetgrass if you haven't already

Fawn Wood - Cree and Salish musician

Moving Robe Woman - Lakota warrior, fought against Custer in the Battle of Little Big Horn to avenge her murdered brother

Buffalo Calf Road Woman - Cheyenne warrior who was the one to knock General Custer off his horse during the Battle of Little Big Horn

Bernie LaSarte - Coeur d'Alene, program manager for the STOP Violence Program

Mary Jane Miles - Nez Perce, tribal vice chairman

Crystalyne Curley - Navajo, first woman to become Speaker of the Navajo Nation Council

Article about multiple Indigenous women in Mexico who run Indigenous women's centers

Lily Gladstone - Blackfeet and Nez Perce actress

Rebecca Thomas - Mi'kmaw poet and activist

Sacheen Littlefeather - Apache and Yaquim actress. Keeler is a horrible person and not worthy of listening to whatsoever, Sacheen Littlefeather did more activism for Indian Country than Keeler will ever accomplish in her miserable life

Brianna Theobald - Not Indigenous to my knowledge (I could definitely be wrong), but researched and wrote a wonderful book about the treatment of Indigenous women in regards to reproduction and sterilization

The brave woman at Standing Rock photographed by Ryan Vizzions. She has since passed away due to a car accident I believe, but I'm struggling to find her name. Once I find it, I'll update this post.

Honor the Grandmothers is a good book to hear Lakota and Dakota women elders share their experiences.

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Becoming a Bearheaded Girl

I recently met ( @jhnmyr ) @johnmayer (again) in St. Paul. This was my 3rd or 4th time meeting him in person, not including a few crazy nights where he (& his friends) crashed the video chats I was having with my friends. It was this strange combo of like seeing an old friend and meeting someone new for the first time. I’d forgotten how soft his hands are for a guitar player, remember him being thicker, wider and somehow shorter. 

A friend of mine recently wrote a blog for her husband with a track list of John Mayer songs with lyric quotes and her reasons for loving them. It touched me. Made me want to write again. What better way to start than to start with the story of how Bearheadedgirl began?

It was 2003. I had just started working for a large printing company setting up their very first creative department. One of the girls I worked with asked me if I had ever heard of John Mayer. She passed me a CD she had just picked up called “Heavier Things” and I started to listen to it. Over and over, all day for days. I finally went out and bought my own copy and picked up his other album, “Room for Squares” while I was at it. Both albums quickly became staples in my collection. There were so many songs that spoke to my heart, it was like he’d reached into my brain and plucked out my feelings and set them to music. Songs like, “My Stupid Mouth” and “Love Song for No One” struck deep chords inside me. 

On my birthday, September 12, 2006, my sister took me to the record store to let me pick out my birthday present. One of the big endcaps was dedicated to the release of “Continuum” and as I picked up the shiny, plastic-wrapped disc, I had no idea how much it was about to change my life. “Continuum” rocked my life. It was like someone had set my soul on fire. I’d liked John before, but there was something different about this album. One night, in front of the computer, I finally typed johnmayer.com into my browser and hit return. It’s one of those moments where your life pivots just a little, and you seem to just remember it forever. It was a Saturday night. September 16, 2006. I sat there reading his blog until the wee hours of the morning. I hadn’t laughed like that in so long, my throat was sore from disuse. That was the night I fell in love with John Mayer for the first time. Not because of the music, but because of what was in his brain. The way he thought, the way he wrote and most of all, the way he made me laugh. No one has ever (still) made me laugh the way he can. But also, because I could identify with him. I felt like I understood him, because I kept seeing pieces of myself. The pieces everyone always ridiculed me for, and they were right there on the page he’d written, for everyone to see. 

Over the next several days, I dove deeper into his writing. Scouring the internet, and watching videos of interviews. Curiosity doesn’t kill the cat, it makes it stay up for hours past it’s bedtime doing research. 

A couple weeks later, and mere days before the birth of my nephew, I had an epiphany. I’d wanted to lose weight for a while, and I had this crazy idea of writing a blog about it, and an even crazier idea of letting John be the muse behind it. It started out as a very tongue-in-cheek poke at John. “John Mayer won’t date no fatgirl” was the name of the blog. Double negative intentional. Over the years, I’ve gone back and re-read some of my posts. I can confidently (and wincingly) say I was probably (definitely) crazy at the time. But it was fun. I’d never had so much fun in my life.

I created a MySpace page and started meeting other fans. I truly can’t describe what it was like meeting other people like myself. People who got my jokes. People who got ME. I’d always felt like no one ever really “got” me until I started reading John’s blog, and yet, here they were. A whole group of them. I would have wept, but I was so freaking happy there was no time for tears. Finally, I’d found my tribe. And they were all ridiculous goofballs, just like me.

By 2007 I’d lost over 80lbs, chased John around the midwest, moved, had half my life stolen out of a rental car, and met a good bunch of the people (in person!) I’d met online. People who have molded and shaped my life over the past 10 years, people I now call family. My JM family. 

By 2009 I was flying. I’d finally learned to be confident in myself. Don’t like my humor? Well, you can fuck right off then. I’d stopped being disappointed in others not getting the me that was deep inside because I’d already found the people who did. Life was good and I can honestly say, 2009 was one of the best years in my life from a happy/fun perspective. 

2010 changed everything. I suffered a deep loss, and a deeper blow to my ego. I fell into a deep depression. John Mayer fell into a similar hole, for different reasons. I slowly started pulling away from everything. My friends, my job, the internet, everything. Minimal contact. Minimal conversation. I cried enough tears to fill the Hudson river. Or at least, so it felt. I went into a shell. And the man I’d looked up to, and depended on for cheering me up for the previous 4 years did the same. Logically, I know it wasn’t personal. He had shit, I had shit. We couldn’t play online anymore. Real life had crashed down on both of us. 

It took a long time to crawl out of that hole. But it made me stronger. Wiser. Gone was the girl who wore her heart on her sleeve and bared all for everyone. So it was for the boy, also. In a way, I laugh at the synchronicity. But in the end, it was good for both of us. We had different stories, different problems, mostly different lessons to learn. But we made it through. 

I was scared to see John this time. Not because it was HIM. Because what if it wasn’t the awesome I remembered? What if he didn’t remember me? What if it was awkward? What if he hated me now? What if...what if. 

I saw him at a restaurant once in Fall of 2011. He was just recovering from his first surgery. He sat at a table at the end of mine. We kept looking at each other. I kept watching his face, waiting for some sign of invitation. But every time he looked at me, I got poker face. We spent actual minutes staring at each other. Neither of us moving or speaking. In the end, he walked out before I worked up the courage to say hi. A couple of days later, he tweeted something like, “All you have to do is say, ‘hello’ and it’s up to the other person to start the conversation from there.” I gave myself several swift kicks in the ass for that one.

So there I am last week, walking around this stupid curtain towards him. I stick out my hand, and he takes it. “Hi. I’m Mara.” (not even a blink) “You know, Bearheadedgirl? The original Bearhead?” He does a double take, “Bearheadedgirl. Whoa. How are you?” And just like that, everything started clicking back to normal. 

The little empty spot that’s been in my heart is becoming full again. 

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Case #085A: The Murder of Colten Boushie

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Case #085B: The Murder of Colten Boushie

PART 2 Colten Boushie was a 22-year old indigenous man of the Cree Red Pheasant First Nation who was fatally shot on a rural Saskatchewan farm. The farmer, Gerald Stanley, stood trial  

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Pallet cleanser: Justice for Colten and Tina

Artist: Bearhead Sisters  

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When I look into your eyes, I can't help but fall in love. You are the one for me.

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