Remains and artifacts stolen from several Native American tribes were returned Saturday after being held at a small Massachusetts museum for more than a century. According to the Associated Press, about 150 sacred artifacts, including moccasins,...
“A student freaked out because there was a spider in my room. When she tried to kill it, her classmate asked if she remembered the poem (by Nikki Giovanni) about not killing things you’re afraid of and gently removed the spider and took it outside.
I’m going to retire now.”
- Chanea Bond, Teacher
Back in the day... We used to take pictures on film, and then transfer to paper. So pardon my dust, partner 😄
Lucky enough to sit for Klaus Gerhart. Truly brilliant photographer of the male form. Of course, back then, everything regarding my feelings about my appearance was awkward. So my hat goes off to him.
“Sooooo this is how Colerain High School in Cincinnati gets down huh. Honestly not surprised anymore.”
Of course, as nice as a well done cinema story is, it strikes me these days as grotesque how good or bad, old or new, we're always having heterosexuality crammed down our throats. It's like the establishment is deliberately trying to groom children to become heterosexuals or something. I think it's disgusting how they're trying to sexually manipulate young people all the time. As I reflect on my youth, it made me feel uncomfortable in my own skin, and it certainly didn't change me, it just shamed me, and made me resent the alienation.
Just catching up on rewatching classic Harry Potter movies, since the big studios continue to ruin new installments to this and pretty much all the other great franchises... It's no wonder I can't bear watching 99percent of the movies thatve come out in the last 11 years or so. .
Photos from Wolfsong's post
Behind the scenes, still working... ;)
Wolfsong Chapter Fragment APR 22 2022
Things were getting worse and worse. The discovery of gold in the Black Hills by Custer and his illegal exploratory expedition, and then Custer’s defiance of President Grant’s subsequent order to keep the finding secret, lit a fuse that would not be extinguished. Prospectors streamed into the Black Hills in numbers that the Lakota could not by force police any longer. Yet another treaty was dying, and echoes of what were once distant war drums beat nearer and louder with each day.
Cal had witnessed many a Sundance, but still, he could not grasp why so many of the Warriors would undertake such a torturous ritual. While it was true that not every man would, and that nobody was ever forced or cajoled into such an arduous undertaking - the whole point of the ceremony would be utterly defeated if that were the case - still, it was also true that those who proved their devotion in this way were revered, and considered “Wakan” ever after. That alone was profoundly compelling. But in this case, as Wolfsong had just revealed to him his own intentions of participating in the ceremony, it was a deep seated love and fear for the future and safety of his people that compelled him. Cal didn’t want him to do it. How could he bear to see his beloved suffer in such a way. Wolfsong assured him that he would go beyond suffering, and that he could bring great power for the People by doing this, and it gave him great courage and solace knowing that he would have Cal’s arms to bring strength back to his body when he was done.
Cal, wrapped in his blanket, traced his fingers over Wolfsong’s firelit face. The warmth of their hearth-fire did little to soothe the sense of icy dread that crept through Cal’s steeled resolve, that one way or another, he was going to make sure no harm would or could ever come to Wolfsong, or the People. Doubt and dread were fast forming hairline crevices in that strong sense of certainty he’d once so naively clung to. Tears welled up in his eyes a bit, threatening to spill down his cheeks at any moment.
Wolfsong crept over to join Cal, and inserted himself under the blanket, taking Cal into his arms, breathing gentle, soothing wisps against his neck and face.
“Listen. Do you hear him? Little Wolf is calling his family to the hunt. He has become such a proud, wise father for his pack.”
Cal sheepishly nodded, wiping away the tears that had since streaked his face. He knew he was just being a foolish kid, and would have been embarrassed by his boyish behavior, but for Wolfsong’s utter love and acceptance of him. Which ironically always gave him more courage than he ever might have mustered in the past, deliberately trying to prove himself a man. Cal clung to him, and kissed the dark caramel skin of his strong hands.
As Wolfsong stroked his head with great tenderness, he whispered to him what he knew.
“It has been told to my people from many generations ago, passed down through the songs of ancestors whose count is without number. Our elders say that Pain is the teacher that frees the wise from every suffering, Sorrow teaches mercy and compassion. In times of peace, many young men dance the Sundance, so they may meet these teachers, learn their lessons quickly. They pray to the Great Spirit, and dance to prove their devotion to the People. They dance that they may not become foolish, but wise, in old age. It is only by this wisdom in the Elders that the next generations may prosper. And so, for this, we revere our Elders. We thank them with our respect, we repay them with our blood.
This is why the Lakota are feared and called the Sioux. A Lakota warrior does not fear pain, or even death. He will gladly lay down his life if he must; The only thing he fears for, is the safety and happiness of the ones he loves, his family, his People.”
OMG, so adorable! The boy is so happy, but, IDK about grandpa in the background! Heheheh
Well, at least there is some good news and a little more hope for wisdom and common sense...
In some uplifting news this week, hundreds of acres of California redwood forest have been returned to Native American tribes for conservation. Nonprofit Save the Redwoods League announced on Tuesday that it is transferring at least 523 acres of a...
A common rallying cry of the right in America, to justify regressive morality laws, is often to say that "America was founded as a Christian country" with "Judeo-Christian values" while the common response from the left is to declare that the United States was founded as an explicitly secular countr...
The benefits of w**d and and ma********on feel like a given. Numerous studies have pointed out smoking w**d can have aphrodisiac effects, relaxing your inhibitions and heightening your senses. But the most empowering way to celebrate 420 might not…
A New Zealand Maori leader who was ejected from parliament this week for refusing to wear a necktie in the chamber said forcing him to a Western dress code was a breach of his rights and an attempt to suppress indigenous culture.
(gulp) wowzers. he could be Cal from my Wolfsong series. easy.
In a monogamy-obsessed culture where everything revolves around finding or pleasing “the one”, having multiple partners helped me focus on my own needs and happiness.
Hoka Hey everybody! It's been awhile since I've checked in with updates on writing projects. 2020 was rife with distractions as far as I was concerned. How 'bout y'all?
Anyway, what do y'all think about a PG-13 version of the Wolfsong Series?
I thought it might be nice to have available to the more tender-footed among us. Of course, we're going to need new artwork - maybe even a new take on the series title? IDK what the best ways to proceed are, really. So any ideas, experienced opinions, and/or suggestions?
have you been noticing that over the past few decades, movies are getting worse, not better? I mean production technology has been getting phenomenally better... but, story? you know, the most important "bit"? Storytelling in modern cinema has become a parody of itself. For years I struggled to put my finger on the whys and wherefores to explain this degeneracy, not being in the business of "movie critic."
But my friends over at "Cracked" have, in a word, cracked the case. Check it out, and let us know what you think. Do movies today generally just suck now? https://youtu.be/YW3o2JYoK6Q
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Did you know? Native America contributed vastly to the advancement and efficacy of what became modern MEDICAL SCIENCE and PHARMACOLOGY.
"It is astonishing to see historically the early advancements many tribes had in the medical field. Those advancements are even more amazing when compared to the European knowledge of medicine that prevailed at the time."
Last November came and went, and unbeknownst for many people, so did Native American Heritage Month. Although Native American Day had been unofficially celebrated...
"It wasn't until the Voting Rights Act was passed in 1965 that Natives could exercise their right to vote more freely.
...[I]n 2020, voter suppression is still rife within Indian Country. Voter suppression is a huge hurdle, but political parties and their candidates and the state of the fragile Nation-to-Nation relationships that we have with the U.S. government have further disenfranchised Native voters."
by Johnnie Jae The Native vote is vital in the 2020 election because our tribal sovereignty, lands, water, and the well-being of our people hinge on the outcome. But the Native vote is the most ...
Is life reflecting art? or the other way around. Amazing article. Thanks to Robert M for shooting it my way!
A couple honors their Western heritages in a unique wedding.
Ah, yes! There ain't nuthin like standard cowboy grub! Rice'n'beans with veggie hotdogs!
Both ease and struggle in my writing work surprises me. When I am in flow, it is amazing. It is a gift. When I am in struggle, I am in wonder, too - what happened? It was so easy before! What's going on in the background that makes it easy or hard? SOme of you may remember Orson Wells. For those too young to have seen him at the end of his life doing commercials for "GALLO Wine," he was a giant of early cinema, and you should get to know him and his genius. In those Gallo commercials, he would always announce at the end, "no wine, before it's time." I think about that anytime I'm in a stuck place. There are processes at work in both the inner world of the mind, and the outer world we live in, that are mysterious, and which may be full of hope and promise, regardless of our steps or missteps. Struggle too much, and risk undoing great good heading in your direction. Move not enough, and risk never going anywhere worthwhile. So, what to do? Oh yeah. That's right. Relax-let go AND move in a good direction. Maybe slowly, and definitely gentle, and aware.
This is the story of Jake Cody, author of the WOLFSONG SERIES, Available for pre-sale NOW on AMAZON! Title Release date is June 8, 2020.
Wolfsong, Part One: Capture of the Miner's Son (The Wolfsong Saga Book 1)📷
From a journalist friend of mine:
“Fantastic! What a riveting story. I love your attention to historic detail. Your writing is fresh, engaging and erotic. Let me know how I can help you as you continue to develop this series. I’m happy to promote it for you through our social media. Thank you for trusting me with you work. Be proud!”
Jake’s work features Erotic Same-Sex Romance for ADULTS - sexual diversity in the Old West, Frontier and Outlaw Societies - Gay Cowboys and Indians - Ho******ic SciFi & Fantasy
The "Wolfsong" Series is the story of two young men, back in the 1870's, each one from a very different people who were impossibly strange to the other: the indigenous inhabitants of Treaty established Indian Territory, the "Great Sioux Nation," and the white settlers that intruded upon their world.
In the midst of a great and cataclysmic clash of cultures, their passion for each other will not be denied. Their love for each other will profoundly change them, and the fate of their two peoples, forever.
This section HERE is all about Jake: Why he is How he is, and Why he Does what he Does. Oh yes, And Where the heck he Come From. Now, don’t think you're gonna get the whole kit and kaboodle [ibid] here. Just a rough sketch. Can’t nobody really know a man, ‘less’n he spend some time walkin’ in his moccassins, and ridin’ in his boots. So maybe from these words you can get an idea, and make up your mind to have some manner of opinion. I hope it’s a generous one :)
Since this page is still a work in progress, you’re seeing this note right here. Thanks for liking the page, and bearing with us while we rustle up some tender vittles for ya.