Reflection
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27 & A Little Bit More Me
I woke up this morning and realized…I’m 27. I, Charlie Amáyá Scott, am 27 years old. It feels so…I’m not sure how to adequately describe it. Surreal? Unreal? Surprise? Sad? Joyous? All these feelings and yet so much more and less at the same time. 27 just feels like an age that does not necessarily […]
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Two Years: Unsure of What to Say
Content Warning: Sexual Assault / Rape. For those who have not read Perfect Moment(s) or It’s Been a Year, I was raped about two years ago, the night of December 4, 2019 or the early morning of December 5, 2020. It’s been two years since the night of my assault. I am not entirely sure of […]
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You Know Who You Are: My 26th Birthday
“You know who you are. Don’t let them take that away from you” That is a quote from my mother after I told her about an incident in class where I was misgendered three times by a white woman twice my age. She said those words to me in January, and I have been reflecting […]
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It’s Been A Year
Content Warning: Sexual Assault / Rape. For those who have not read Perfect Moment(s), I was raped exactly one year ago, the night of December 4, 2019 or the early morning of December 5, 2020. It’s been a year. 12 months. 52 weeks. 365 days since the night of my assault. I decided to share […]
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Perfect Moment(s): My 25th Birthday
Content Warning: Death, Sexual Assault, and Rape. It has been so long since I have written anything here. The last thing I wrote was in December. Three months later and the world feels so much different than my last post. There is a sort of haunting beauty with that revelation as I celebrate my 25th […]
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The Right Sequence: Guardians, Innovators, & Guides
I have these childhood memories of dancing, closing my eyes, and hoping that with the right sequence of steps and grace, I could call forth the rain. Then, there it was. The raindrops kissing my skin. The mud caressing my feet. My body bursting with joy and laughter being liberated. I remember the strike of […]
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A Story To Be: Queer, Trans, & Indigenous
I grew up knowing who I was culturally. I was born and raised to be Diné (Navajo), but I was not allowed to be queer or trans (specifically non-binary femme). Those were identities that I was not meant to explore in my household or even in school. My memory is not the best, unfortunately, and […]
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Truth-Telling & Possibility Making: My 24th Birthday
I spent the last few days before my birthday attending a symposium emphasizing the idea of truth-telling and possibility making, especially for Black, Indigenous, People of Color as we/they navigate higher education. This past year has been filled with many beautiful experiences and lessons that I cannot fully share in just one blog post and […]
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Loving Myself in Colonized Spaces
Over the last few weeks, as we entered the 2019 Gregorian New Year, I have been thinking about love, specifically love for myself, self-love. I have been thinking of the ways that my love has been colonized, how it has been modified and twisted in ways that aligned with what/who is considered desirable and what/who […]
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Photography as Storytelling
Several months ago, I submitted the above photo in a contest sponsored by URI Research and Scholarship. It was the first time that I shared my photo without filtering my audience. The photo submitted was also my re-entry into photography, as I have been neglecting it since I graduated last year. I am happy to […]