Ode to my Father who taught me the game of men and to be strong ass Native girl!

I don’t know how to feel about this. 99.9% of Black or Native men I have dated do NOT date White women (never have or never will) and I never would date a man that has did this consciously after a certain age because before I never really knew the dynamics of the “outside” world of my comfort zone, the REZ. I never knew such historical issues of oppression existed to the depth of existence it did and how it currently plays a huge part of our Native daily lives until I got extremely educated on disparities issues and lived outside the REZ. Although, I knew I was aware of the certain racial issues to a certain extent because my father would set me aside and let me know the best he could of the “outside” world. He would teach me the REAL history because he was educated, read my elementary/junior high school curriculum text books and tell me what was REAL and what was sugar-coated (my dad would sweat the crap out of my teachers/principles and they would be mad scared of him), he would tell me as a Native woman (minority female) how hard it would be for me in the REAL world so I got to get extra tough to deal with it with his Navajo teachings along the way. He taught me the importance of an education! He was mean and loving at the same time. Also, in addition he would tell me how men are in terms of relation to females; he would tell me what they think (tellin me all men want to do is have sex so you need to watch out, fuck them, do you, be a financially stable independent Navajo woman), teach and tell me their game, and taught me to never ever be that woman that is vulnerable and put up with any bullshit because my DAD taught me that. SO, this blog is about a man that taught me the game and how men are. My dad kept it real. He taught me how to street fight and how to box because he said you are my daughter and you have to defend yourself. He taught me how to drive in snow by taking me to a bare parking lot and driving fast in a car then me pressing on the break so the car would spin so I learned how to control the car if it got out of control. He taught me to watch politics and learn to be socially aware of current events. He taught me to be hard in a lot of ways by waking me up at 5 am every morning and run towards the east sun and pray with corn pollen. He taught me to be a strong Navajo woman as a male version, but also my MOM taught me a LOT as well. SO, this is an ode to my father but stay tuned for a strong Navajo woman (mother) who is my rock.