Looking for products to promote (queer only)

Hey everyone, doing something a little different in my blogs today; hope it doesn’t throw anyone off too much.

So I am hopeful that all of my readers are aware of my YouTube channel, if not you can find my most recent video here:

I want to personally use my platforms to help other queer folk reach a bigger audience. So this is a call to all my fellow LGBTAIQ* entrepreneurs and business/company owners !!! 

I am looking to buy new products and do reviews (and shoutouts) for my social platforms ie Instagram, Facebook, YouTube etc.

You get publicity , I get nifty new toys to play with and something interesting to share with my viewers/readers. All the queers win !!!
These are some products I am looking for…

Natural hair / 360 waver haircare products

Custom made clothing (tshirts, hats etc)

Transgear
I am also looking for long term partnerships with talented queers such as.. 

Graphic designers

Music producers, singers, songwriters

Web designers

Animation producers
And I’m always looking for fellow YouTubers (especially outside of the USA) to give shouts to and maybe even collaborate. Never know untill you ask..

Hope to hear from you soon & as always thanks for stopping by.
All business inquiries please email me

Imandagod@gmail.com

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THIS IS WHY I LOVE PHILLY !!

Number 1 is my big sister she has been looking out for me since I was just a Tbaby.

Philadelphia in general seems like an ok place to visit maybe live and set up shop. Ok ok so I still don’t know shit about Philly. But so far every time I’ve been there it’s been nothing but good vibes and good times.

This particular weekend I was in Philly for the annual Trans March. Unfortunately due to poor planning and me just being exhausted I missed the majority of the actual March. I did how ever get to see Kahn park and experience the after party of the March. Yes I know, I suck at life.

I still had a wonderful time in Philly and did slightly partake in “the silly”. After party was with a few friends at a small bar in the “gayborhood” called Tabu. Had a Heineken, enjoy some laughs, indulged in some herbs and called it an early night. I am such an old man inside before 10pm in bed by midnight.

Like I say every time I leave Philadelphia; I can’t wait to go back!

Say tuned for my wrap of my time in Philly, coming soon to my YouTube channel….

New York City, is officially HELL!

So here I go traveling again…

This weekend is the Philly Trans March. And for some ungodly reason (cause it was cheaper) decided to go to NYC before heading to Philadelphia. Horrible horrible choice. My first mistake was arriving on a Friday. My second mistake was trying to get a cab at rush hour. My third mistake was trying to catch a Bronx bound train during rush hour. Fourth was getting off the train heading back topside and trying to catch another cab. 5th mistake was me thinking shit wasn’t going to be everything I didn’t want it to be when I got to New York.

This all started because I left my coffee mug at home after my awesome co worker reminded me to bring it….

So I’ve been here in hell since 5pm. (Fucking bus coming down here was and hour and a half late) spent the majority of the time either waiting for a cab or waiting in traffic in a cab.

Sigh….

This had utterly been a night mare and what’s worse is I still have to come back to this price of shit ass city on my way back upstate.

Sorry I’m trying not to vent. But typing this blog is distracting me from the fact that this hard headed cabbie is clearing taking the route with the most damn traffic.

But it’s not all trash. When I finally make it to my destination I will be amongst someone who cares about me , never switched up on me and I couldn’t ask for a better right hand if I lost the one already attached to my wrist.

Thanks for listening to be bitch and nag. I’ll make it up you guys.

-Iman

2 months of 360s

It has been a lot of trial and error.

I have learned that a cannot go more than a few days without wearing my durag at night without causing damage.

Any wet towel method is somewhat detrimental. Shrinkage is not helpful.

A dirty brush is a useless brush.

Don’t wash during a wolf.

There is NEVER a point that you WON’T have to brush.
So approaching 60 days in this new hair journey and I am very displeased that for the last almost week I have been doing horrible at maintenance. Missed brush sessions, no training, sleeping without my rag. It’s been a cluster fuck. 

In my defense I haven’t been able to keep any sort of schedule besides work. But time to get back on schedule. I have been blessed with the texture and dedication to achieve excellent waves so why not put my best brush forward.

I found that the best rountine for me is a nice full brush session followed by connection training and the plastic bag method at night. Of course I could brush more during the day but I’m working on it.

Dedication is key. 2 weeks of slacking in the brush department will cause negative effects and you will most likely start losing progress. Connections breaking. Crown separating. ( I think I have one of the best crowns to say I’m less than 3 months in ). I’ve said this before but sticking to a routine that works for you is important to see progress.

Good luck wavers. Keep brushing.

Let’s talk, BABIES *whats up Iman

 

YES , I said babies ๐Ÿ‘ถ. Of course if you knew me a few years ago , hell my whole life actually up into the last couple months you most likely will take this as a joke. But I warn you this is not a drill.

I’m not sure if it’s the fact that I realized that I’m pushing thirty with no kids of my own, that I have finally become comfortable enough with myself as an adult to give it a try, or that I’ve realized that I can finally truly have a “baby momma”.

Ok so let’s get the dumb questions out of the way ๐Ÿคฆ๐Ÿพโ€โ™‚๏ธ. How is man going to have a baby ? Come on people we are in 2017. Google is a thing , use it. But I know sometimes people completely ignorant to queer/trans lifestyles some how find their way to my blog. So for my avid readers bear with me as I clear somethings up for the lost one-gendered people.

Of course being a transman it is still medically and physically possible for me to make a baby. Also being a transman it’s is medically and physically possible for me to carry said child.

Duh.

So let’s travel down memory lane for a second. I have raised children from babies to toddlers to adolescents; from teens to adults & yes even adults to older adults. In my younger years (beside just not liking kids) I put having biological kids out of my mind because, well; I’m the daddy. Meaning I’d rather not procreate with another masculine person.

Now that the black and white area has become grey and I’ve taken more than just a stroll on the queer side I’ve found that having biological kids with a feminine person is not as far fetched as it seems for a guy like me.

So with all that on the table I have made the conscious decision to procreate with another transgender individual. Of course that means I will have to carry the baby myself. Not saying it’s gonna be the best time of my life but you play the cards you’re dealt. This allows me to have a biological child with a feminine person.

Yea I’m talking bout that trans on trans love y’all โค๏ธ. Ha ha.

Now of course this is still somewhat new to society and I am very much prepared for everyone’s opinions (wether I asked for them or not). Backlash from not only the cis-hetero-normative community & the LGB community but also from my own trans community. But we all know Kris gives no fucks. ๐Ÿคฃ

To some degree the idea of coparenting still makes me uneasy because of my Virgo characteristics. Knowing that in some instances I will have to compromise on the way I want to raise my child because it will be OUR child (to some luck woman).

But I’ve seen so many baby momma/baby daddy issues it’s more or less in the back of my mind. As long as you coparent with someone you have a strong line of communication with you can get through anything as a family.

So then biggest worry I have with this whole coparenting idea is how it will affect my child. 2 homes. 2 sets of parents. 2 lives. ๐Ÿ˜” However I am given hope because I first hand saw how it will affect the child well into adulthood.

So the biggest challenge now would be to find a woman that is willing to procreate and coparent with me๐Ÿ˜ฉ. I’m not that bad of a guy but then again I ain’t exactly what some would call a “catch”. There is someone for everyone. Or at least what the old folks used to tell the ugly kids growing up.

So in closing; I am now taking applications for baby mother. Inquire within. ๐Ÿ˜‚

Happy hunting !

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Living with bipolar depression and anxiety.

 

Or should I say “battling” ๐Ÿค”

Either way I have been “struggling” with this mental disorder as a child. Yes as a child ๐Ÿ˜”. Sadly this has been an ongoing battle for as long as I can remember.

It makes life difficult but not impossible…

Let me take you back as far as I can remember;

I was around 5 years old. I had recently been told I was adopted by my mother. As a bright kid I understood what that meant but also as a care free child it didn’t make much sense. I only knew one parent. My mom was my mother irregardless to anything.
Going through court appearances & learning to spell my new name was trying but it didn’t affect me that much (or so I thought).
After i turned 8 I became what was; at the time, “a rebellious child”. My mother started receiving phone calls from the school, I was misbehaving at home & just seemed to always be the one that “did it”… But to me I was just a kid.
So my mom did what most parents did for an over active hyper child in the 90s ๐Ÿ™„ took me to a therapist.
And just like that boom ๐Ÿ’ฅ I was diagnosed with ADHD and depression. I didn’t grasp what that was at all. I knew in the mornings I had to take a pill and at lunch everyday at school I had to take my medicine.
I can’t recall feeling all that different on the antidepressants. But the meds for my attention disorder well they did a number on me. Mostly for the better because I was physically able to keep still with out feeling like I was going to explode. So I guess the did they job.
Skipping a few years into the future I’m approaching my 11 birthday and my favorite phrase and answer for everything was ” I don’t care” at first it was shrugged off my mother. However by Christmas my response to what do I want from was still “I don’t care”. Looking back at in now what i thought was just a phase was a sign to deeper mental problems that would reveal themselves later on in life. Because when the rebuttal to my phrase was “Well what do you care about?” I really didn’t have an honest answer.
So that went on for more than a year. That was my first time dealing with my depression; not knowing exactly what it was at the time. Then the following 2 years were extremely difficult. Experienced my mother having a break down at the lost of her mother, the lost and abandonment I felt during hurricane Katrina and ultimately the lost of my grandmother weakened my strength ever more so. It was during this time that I could be honest with myself that I had a problem. But I down played it a chalked it up to PTSD & not having a loving environment. I had ups and down over the next decade or so.
Fast forwarding to 23 years old when I realized that my depression can in fact be cropping. It was in this 6-8th month breakdown I had 2 suicide attempts, constantly went missing for days & wouldn’t leave the house for months at a time. That was the first time I really reached out for help, professional help. Needless to say I could have used it 4-5 years sooner, but better late than never.
Can’t say this story has a happy fairy tale ending because to this day my life is a struggle dealing with the lack of capability to control my thoughts & emotions all the time and that’s putting it nicely.
I had another breakdown that almost wound me up in psychiatric hospital at the age of 25.

My mental disorders do not define me nor what I can accomplish in life. The do make up a part of who I am but it is not the biggest nor most important part of me.

I am Strong. I am Determined. I am Resilient.

Mental disorders like bipolar depression, PTSD, anxiety, schizophrenia etc are serious issues in our community. They aren’t talked about and even less likely treated or monitored.

So if you have a friend , family or know someone that suffers from these or any mental condition or disorder please let them know you are there for them; sometimes that’s all we need.

Thanks for listening..
-Kristian Iman

68 things I miss about home

 

  1. Arguing over whose turn it is to go to the “candy lady”. One of the few instances where “not it” does not imply. Usually based on seniority or in some clear cut cases “I went last time” is sufficient enough
  2. Crawfish, Crawfish, Crawfish. As a kid (before I knew how to peel them) I could inhale at least 6lbs. Now as an adult I rarely ate more a pounds. But what I wouldn’t give for one of the little small ones.
  3. Hot sauce. No REAL hot sauce. Never really realize how much you take Crystals for granted until you no longer have access to it.
  4. Knowing everyone. It used to be sooo annoying. Now I understand the meaning of stranger danger.
  5. Snowballs. Yes I originally thought snowballs in the Chinese rice boxes were nationwide. Apparently not.
  6. “Hows ya mom’n’dem?” Translated : “How is your mother and your family doing?” Knowing that if you told ya momma “so-n-so” asked about her is going to trigger a long speech but you do it anyways.
  7. The “Neutral Grounds”. To most people around the world it is called a “median” , but to us it’s a parking spot, a place in the shade to wait for a bus or the best spot to catch the parade.
  8. Winn-Dixie. No not the book, the actual store.
  9. Nights on the lakefront. Some place have beaches others have piers. But give me 5 cans of Off bug spray and meet me on the lake for a crawfish boil.
  10. Normal size bugs. If you’ve been to places like Texas or Arizona then you definitely know what I’m talking about.
  11. Complaining about the RTA. Yea we’ve all cussed out that bus or street car driver that saw us running an still pulled off.
  12. Raising Canes. One word: CANES SAUCE.
  13. Jazzland. Or sixflags if you came along after the 90s. Or an abandoned forgotten amusement park if you didn’t get here till the 2000s
  14. Hurricane season. Yes Katrina basically killed my childhood and ruined my life. But nothing was more bittersweet than seeing your school on the “schools closed” list
  15. Hot sausage poboy. Or any poboy for that matter. Shrimp, oyster, fish, ham n cheese. As long as your French bread ain’t stale “lemme get two”
  16. Mardi Gras holidays. Wasn’t until I was about 15 that I realized that this was a holiday on found in New Orleans.
  17. The Superdome. And nooooo not the fancy “Mercedes Benz Superdome” we have now but the original one.
  18. The Twin Span. Why I miss this I don’t know. Crossing that damn bridge was always the longest 2 days of my life.
  19. Second Line Sunday’s. Most likely accompanied by gun shots, fights and NOPD. But the injuns always did they thing.
  20. Tulane & Broad. Lol naw just kidding. I really don’t miss that place.
  21. Having a Pa-Ran & a Teedie instead of godparents. I never knew that’s what that meant but ok.
  22. Manchu’s. Some people say they was in there cooking rats and pigeons , dogs and cats. All I know it that you can pull leftover Manchu’s out the fridge and eat it cold and it still be off the chain.
  23. Buku. The amount of shit I get for using that word any where but home is ridiculous. It’s freaking French you morons. It means a lot.
  24. Getting the piece of king cake with the baby in it. As a kid it’s a wonderful thing, as a parent it’s usually about $25.50.
  25. Morris Bart. Never actually had to call him for anything. But I remember his commercials clear as day. One call, that’s all.
  26. NOPD. Siiiiiiiiiiikeeee. Naw it was just a joke. They can kiss my whole ass !
  27. Audubon Zoo. What a way to spend a Sunday. Btw I heard they finally finished the new Elephant enclosure.
  28. Daiquiris. And I mean real New Orleans original daiquiris. From the daiquiris shop.
  29. Canal St. yea it’s a pain to work downtown. But on a boring low budget Saturday night “Canal St.” seems like buku fun.
  30. Mardi Gras. Also known as Fat Tuesday, also known as a holiday week to get fucked up.
  31. Big shot. Surprise surprise. Look at the bottle , you won’t find them anywhere else ; sadface.
  32. Hurricane Doppler Radar. Bob Breck greatest meteorologist of all time. Let’s argue.
  33. Taking Broad. From the east through gentilly to get downtown because the interstate is packed.
  34. Tchopitullis. I don’t really miss it. It’s just going to be funny to see other people try to pronounce it.
  35. The Riverwalk. Everything is always 60% off , they validate your parking & the view is perfect for a smoke session.
  36. Bourbon St. At first it was really cool. Then it got really lame. Now we avoid it at all cost.
  37. -eaux. Knowin that this sounds like “oh”. Geaux tigers! Geaux saints. Yo mommas a heaux.
  38. Gumbo. Apparently can’t everyone make gumbo. Never knew that.
  39. No open container laws. We probably have them but shit nobody cares. If you’re old enough carry on.
  40. Being a legal adult at 17. Don’t know, but it was pretty cool to say when I was 17.
  41. Catfish fridays. Everyone knows about red beans Monday but what you know bout that Friday fish fry.
  42. “Ya herd meh?!” Sometimes it’s a question. Sometimes it’s a statement. But it’s always said every other fifth word. Jus go with it.
  43. Free Cable. Cause you have that one cousin that works for Cox but looks out for you cause you fam.
  44. Callin yo people to come turn yo lights back on. Cause it’s Friday and Entergy be tripping.
  45. Q93. From way back in the day when they did the 9 o’clock props. To current where we still listen longer to Q93.
  46. Cajuns. Which one ? It doesn’t matter as long as you bring me back a smoked sausage.
  47. Rouses / Ross’ . When ya moms holla she going to the store did you want anythin and you don’t know whether to tell her some snacks or some socks.
  48. Flipping over a Jazzy Pass. Is it expired? Is it brand new? You don’t know but those purple zigzag made your heart skip a beat.
  49. The head. Downtown? Need Bud? Go check by the head them dudes prolly got it
  50. Unc/Teedie. A sign a respect that can often be misunderstood if said unc or teedie has yet come to terms wit their age.
  51. Cold drinks. Not fuckin SODA. Not fuckin POP. Not a fucking BEER. A “cold drink”. Only in New Orleans can ” a hot cold drink” make sense.
  52. Grass. I used to complain about not having side walk in certain parts of the city. But after living in this concrete jungle I’ll be fine if I never see another sidewalk in my life.
  53. Random festivals. Beignet festival. Crawfish festival. Strawberry festival. Tomatoe festival. You name it, we have a festival for it.
  54. Everything is pickled. Pickled okra. Pickled meat. Pickled eggs. Pickled pig feet. Pickled pig lips.
  55. And you can’t forget the hot pickle in a bag. No words needed. Just pass me a bag of hot cheetos.
  56. One ways. Making 3 rights or backing down up the street. Both has the same outcome. One takes patience the other takes skill.
  57. Governor/Mayor. I don’t miss them clowns. Just thought I’d point out the Bobby Jindal & Mitch Landrieu have made more empty promises than most New Orleans would like to recall.
  58. The weather. Just like the people it’s bipolar as hell. Start your day off wearing a jacket, if you have it on by lunch you’re definitely facing a heat stroke. And who could forget walking to the end of your driveway in the morning to check the weather.
  59. The highrise. I’ve lived in the east all my life but that Danzinger bridge has made countless people late for work for decades now. How does it take 30 mins to go over one bridge at 8am on week day !!!
  60. Oak trees. Cypress trees. Pine trees. Magnolia trees….need I really say more?
  61. Faulty pumping stations. No I don’t miss these but for some reason they still exist tho, go figure
  62. People telling me ” I’mย  trippin ” while I’m sitting down. Now there’s always bugs or some shit. Or I’m in the wilderness. These niggas be tripping.
  63. Christmas in the Oaks. I wouldn’t say not as much fun as a kid; just a different type of fun. You’re never to old to “ohh” and “aaah” at pretty Christmas lights
  64. Bored pull out the grill. If there’s one way to find something to do on a Friday afternoon grab a 12 pack , pull out the grill and watch the games begin.
  65. The smell of fresh cut grass. Never realized how the little things you notice when they are gone.
  66. A simple nod. A welcoming gesture of the south. Nod up if you know them, nod down if you don’t. But everyone gets a nod! Southern hospitality.
  67. The 12 Yats of Christmas. It’s like no one else in the world knows “Santa and his reign deer used to live right here”.
  68. Genes poboy. Best sandwich in the world !! Enough said

My life as a “Cute” grown ass man..

Some people have cute smiles. Some people have cute personalities. Some people have cute bodies. You can see where I’m going with this.

I have way too many cute attributes. Especially as society expects a grown man of color to be portrayed as.

Now before you think I’m sucking my own dick let me explain I am no way in any form bragging on my cuteness. Honestly the shits not all it’s cracked up to be after age 5.

Just to emphasize; I went through an ugly duckling phase. Weirdly enough I was an adorable little girl then matured into this awkward prepubescent and then evolved in to this adolescent social butterfly.

Between the ages of 5 – 9 I was adorable my dimple would always get my way and my thick eyebrows and hyperjetic facial expressions got me out of almost anything.

As a child I always heard “you are so cute ” “oh wow she is so adorable” I’d give a little fake smile yada yada.

Fast forwarding here cause we are getting off track ; Now at almost 26 years old this “cute thing” does more harm then good in soooo many different ways. Yes of course I’m going to explain.

It’s is so hard to look my age. A simply task, taken for granted; that so many of you do naturally. It’s the 8th wonder of the world for me. I struggle from what style clothes I should wear. The way I wear my hair. Even the way I walk into a business or establishment. It’s a bother it is. And it’s rooted in the basic fact that I have a cute face. When you hear cute facial features your brain doesn’t necessarily think “man” now does it. So put a cute face on a individual the size of a teenager most likely in a Pokรฉmon Tee plus the amount of facial hair (mainly peach fuzz) of a prepubescent male. You see a sweet innocent cute young man. In some instances I’ve gotten as young as 14 (Caucasian) an in the rare occasion besides when someone guesses my correct age I’ve only gotten as old as 24 on a good day. You know nice suit fresh shave pep in his step kinda days.

Damn this cute face.

Mistaken identity; believe it or not me being so often perceived as a cute little young boy I get mistaken as such like for real. I’ve gotten stopped for being “truant” at 11:30 on a school day. Getting carded while my young barely legal associates walk right on through. And yes even embarrassingly enough mistook for a son when I was a boyfriend. Issa boyfriend. More recently being hit on by girls that are barely half my age. That’s appalling and disturbing to say the least. Not to mention that 16 year olds are staring to look at attempt to act like grown women. But this hasn’t just happen. This has been going on for quite some time in my liddo ol life. Interesting story about my first age ain’t nothing but a number till ha ppl find out scare. But will save that for another day. Point is when you look young you like shift into a whole other age bracket. And that sucks when it’s like been there done that.

Not being taken seriously. One person has a pit bull as a watch dog , another person has a chihuahua as a watch dog. Which person to you think is getting robbed more ? Maybe an extreme analogy but stay with me. Because this cute attribute makes every day like stressful to some extent. Especially when a person like me is already wary of relationships with other humans. Nice guys finish last but cute guys never finished. When you suffer from a cute personality people often see you as docile calm and in no way aย  threat. And it’s not like a brightly color “oh that’s cute but that shit can fuck me up cause it’s probably poisonous”. Its like that kid that stalks a harmless butterfly because it’s “cute” and then squashes it because it’s in now way shape or form dangerous.

With that being said take into consideration that I am that cute little butterfly every day of my life.

 

 

So I ask you is being cute all that it’s cracked up to be

โ€‹Are you GEL’in ??

4 weeks on the gel and well.. things are very different..

Lately I’ve been going through these crazy hot flashes and night sweats. Its so aggravating. Luckily it seems to only bother me the most at night. During the day I have moments were it seems I can’t regulate my body temperature. I’m always hot.
Seems like within the last week my hair follicles on my face have really been getting the message, however it’s been mainly in patches on the underside of my cheeks. Weird place for a beard to start , eh. My baby stache has successfully hit the adolescent phase and I sometimes catch myself thinking I have a hair on my lip and it turns out to be “hair on my lip”. Yes that’s right my moustache is trying it’s little heart out to connect with the infantile goatee that is clinging to my chin for dear life. For the last week I have decided to broaden my horizons and ditched the idea of the chin strap and make my… 3rd (maybe) attempt at growing a beard. Also switched it up and let the burns grow as wide as they want which saves time shaving in the mirror at the crib and trips to the barber.
Speaking of hair … Yes , the shit is everywhere. Just when I thought the nature trail on my tummy could get any wider. But what’s most shocking about body hair growth on this HRT journey this time around is that I’m still growing new hair. I have hair on my chest and around my nipples; now that was new and unexpected to say the least.
Let’s not forget that this is still technically my 19th consecutive week in HRT..
A 4 month milestone that I haven’t achieved since my first time in HRT back in 2015.
So now I’m kind of treading in unfamiliar waters now.
My smell has changed a bit. Not the I’m musty or stink, I’ve just developed a musk different than what I’m used to. Even picked up a shirt and stiffed it once to see if u already wore it? Well it’s like that but I have to do a double shift. Not cause I stink but because the smell isn’t that familiar.
Nice.
For the last 2 almost 3 weeks I have been moody and can sometimes feel that feeling that I explained a while back when me and testosterone first got aquatinted. It’s no where near uncontrollable, more so annoying that I’m having such angry feelings in the first place. 
Let’s just hope I don’t turn into a bull elephant.
Weight gain (or lack thereof) was steady on the increase from weeks 1-5 if I remember correctly. I might have mentioned it in a previous blog. Starting at a measly 138lbs coming into therapy peaking at 153 and currently tapering off and struggling to stay above 150. Despite what the scales say I have never been more in love with my pecs, delts, lats, biceps ; my whole chest in general. I don’t believe it’s been this tone since high school.
Hopefully I can stick to some type of routine and put on a little more gains before the summer months.
Not to knock my other muscle groups that have also somehow improved tremendously, i.e. legs, back, torso etc. 
I personally don’t hear much change in my voice but looking back at old videos of me speaking I think it would be safe to assume that some slight bass was added to my voice since December. But who knows and who cares.
Honestly I didn’t expect to see any changes until 6-8 months down the line especially now being on gel instead of injections. I definitely believe the topical Testosterone works just as well as intramuscular for me personally. 
Maybe if I’m lucky I can finally look at least half my age for my birthday this year.
I’ll let you know how it turns out, see if I still recognize my self in 2 months.
Thanks for reading.

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Dear 2017,

 

I know we don’t know each other. We actually just met. But I trust you. I have faith in you. Together we can make this year great. I believe that you will help me to become the man I always wanted to be. A person that the world will be grateful to have. The years before you took so much from me, yet taught me so much. But I know you will bring me so much and so much more. You will allow me to grow at my on pace and let me write my own chapters to our story. Teach me. Guide me. Mold me. 2017, I want you; no I need you, to make me better. I know I am a broken man asking for a hell of alot but I know together we can fix me. Just give me a chance.

Sincerely Yours,
Kristian Iman King