So I know the fight will be long and brutal, but I also know that our love, our joy, and our resistance will win out in the end- because it always does.

Malama Ko Aloha
Keep you Love.

What we have that these people don’t, is a true community. True ancestral connection to our blood and community relatives. True love for one another.

Resistance flows through our veins. Resistance is our very existence.

And when you combine that with decades of resistance in Queer, Black and Brown, Disabled, and other marginalized communities - you have a people with both lived and ancestral knowledge that will guide them to liberation.

But I am still here.
I am still alive.
I am still queer.
And I’m not the only one.

And the problem for them, is that I, and every other one of the children who survived their cult, knows that escape, deconstruction, rebuilding, and joy is possible.

They tried to break us, tried to completely control us, tried to isolate us from the world, tried to kill our will to fight, and tried to kill our identities. Myself, my friends, and my siblings suffered, many through very real violence, under the guise of making the family great again.

And I would absolutely share if we lived anywhere near each other 🥲

Just out here making bread for everyone in my neighborhood! Trying to lean into community building and it’s really helping 💖 (and who would say no to fresh baked bread???)