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An Open Letter

I was brought up in a middle-class, mixed race home. We had money. We owned a boat. That doesn’t equate to whiteness. I am still Gwich’in.

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Learning I Had A Body

“Could it be that this whole time I was looking for love in the faces of these nice boys, looking for someone to love me despite my fatness, despite my colonial trauma, despite the laundry list of shitty things that have made me the anxious freak I am today, I was just playing into colonial narratives? Short answer: yes.”