[CAVEAT: I am not an Aboriginal Australian. I am a white person constantly trying to be better at supporting indigenous rights.]
When I lived in Australia, we had a large house; we got a good deal in an ugly part of town, and had spare rooms for days. As a result, we hosted a lot of couchsurfers. I remember one French couple in particular: “We want to travel to the outback and stay in an Aboriginal community for a few days, but… Do you think they wouldn’t like us because we’re lesbians?” one asked. My boyfriend and I looked at each other. “Honestly, they won’t like you because you are tourists,” we told them. “You can’t just expect to show up for a few days and be welcomed into someone’s hometown.”