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What colors were popular in the 70s?

How about now? I’d love to hear all your favorites, and also if you can’t remember, what color was it.

Here are some more colors for you to see…

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Heat a large skillet over medium heat. Add butter, cooking for one or two minutes. Stir to melt and keep warm. Add pork, bacon, onion, garlic, and sausage. Season with salt, pepper, and 1 (12-ounce) bag black beans. Cover and cook 5 minutes more, or until pork is well browned. Remove cover and add onion and tomato paste, stirring to coat. Add corn, black beans, and garlic, stirring to combine. Turn heat to low and cook 4 minutes. Add broth, cover, and simmer 30 minutes.

“A true, honest man is a man unafraid, always willing to give and receive what an opportunity affords, and never lacking whatever kindness one may be feeling. A true, honest, and generous man is a man of great character, a gentleman. I know many men who are not in the least bit of virtue but their character shows by their conduct that they are genuine, honest, and generous, and when they are thus displayed I consider them as a whole, as capable of anything and of anything which they do. This quality is a gift of God, and if we would possess it we must give it to our fellow-men.”

― John Adams

In the summer of 2013, after years of campaigning with her sister, I took my own life.

I thought it would save me from dealing with being judged and scrutinised for my sexual orientation or whatever else I was deemed to be. It was the best place for me at that time, as it’s the place in which I felt most accepted and comfortable.

However, I was deeply depressed. And the longer I tried to come to terms with what had happened and how I would survive the process, the more and more I could not cope.

Over the past year, I’ve realised how damaging it was to me to have been so quick to reject the reality of that part of myself, and to have been so willing to make it part of my reality by denying what I had experienced when I was younger.

I needed to recognise it as a part of me. To acknowledge that there was the desire to have sex, the desire to have a partner, and the urge to have that person, but not the desire to have anyone.