I like you, internet.

They want buckskin and face paint, drumming, songs in languages they can’t understand recorded for them but with English subtitles, of course. They want educated, well spoken, but not too smart. Christian, well behaved, never question. They want to learn the history of the people, but not the ones that are here now, waving signs in their faces, asking them for clean drinking water, asking them why their women are going missing, asking them why their land is being ruined.

They want fantastical stories of Indians that used to roam this land. They want my culture behind glass in a museum.

It incidentally also betrays a lack of understanding of how licenses and (hopefully) how her own royalties contracts work. The library has to pay an exorbitant fee for the license to allow the patron to borrow things, and for most items on Libby, it’s not unlimited. Last I was involved, most licenses were good for about 7 borrows or a specific length of time like 6 months or 2 years, and then the library would have to purchase a new license. Unless her contract was written to exclude royalties from licensing purchases, in which case she got a raw deal from her publisher but is not the library’s fault, some percentage from those licensing purchases DOES go towards her royalties checks.

the people oppressing us do not care about the distinctions between queerness, kink, and sex work. we are all part of the same problem in their eyes: non-conformity, self-expression, bodily autonomy.

were all fighting for the same thing in the end: the ability to be who we are, do what we want without bodies, and express ourselves in ways that subvert the societal mould.

it's 1pm at the marsh! come on down, we've got