Those Logical, Honorable People Who Remain Neutral.

Okay, you know that smug gesture of breathing on your nails and rubbing them against the front of your shoulder? Is there already a word for that as a whole? I've never known, and decided five minutes ago to just call it "lapel buffing" unless someone knows a title that was previously known and widely accepted (relatively speaking).

I've never seen a sex scene or post-sex scene in a movie or tv show in which any of the characters try repeatedly to pull a stray body hair from their mouth, and this was probably the most unrealistic expectation I received from Hollywood as a teen.

Love is knowing your person would snort coke off your boobs if they did coke.

"Those blankets look like there's a person under them. But my SO is downstairs, so obviously not. They're just lumped in a person-shape. I'm not that paranoid." *stomps on blankets to be sure*

I was watching An American Tale with a friend, and to my delight, he pointed out that, as a Native, I can call most people "My Little Immigrant."

One of my favorite things about a history of abuse is that the most confusing and even suspicious thing a person can do is act with tenderness toward me.

The truth will s̶e̶t̶ y̶o̶u̶ f̶r̶e̶e̶.̶ make you uncomfortable; it's still the truth.

Stop it.

The answer to your white guilt is not to lament about there “not being any Indians left” to show people you’re a caring white person. We were harmed, but we are still here, and erasing us only harms us further.

There's a dearth of terms for people in serious relationships that happen to be marriageless, so I call my person's parents my "outlaws." Feel free to steal my cheesy humor.

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