New Years Eve and New Years Day

Looking at these beautiful colors reminds me of the night we popped fireworks. In Hawaii, aerial fireworks remain illegal for the most part and we did not have those fireworks. As I was growing up, it was a tradition to have Red Devils or Duck brand firecrackers hung on a pole, preferably a telephone or electric pole, so we could ring in the new year. This year will be a year of growth for me. This year will be the year of no-holds-barred. In other words, I will not give up on my passion for anyone, anything, or any place.

The beauty of last year stems from how last year fortified this year. It made this year a cakewalk and has helped us to prepare for the future of 2025. Noticeably, there are many people writing to me venting their biggest fears about transgender rights and how they affect the lgbtqia+ men and women as citizens. Although this is sort of the previous generations' Mission Objective, the issues sometimes do not overlap but in fact, make those from the 80s seem old but you are not really old. Gosh, my brain is turning off, let me rest for a little bit.

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Adam and Eve

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