Last December my generous, queer-positive Dad offered to take my girlfriend and me on a tropical holiday for spring break. Of course we said yes–we’d had a crappy, rainy fall and we couldn’t afford to pay for a trip like that ourselves. More…

We drove up to the top of Haleakala, a volcano, where the tourists were odd. Mr Black Socks at the bottom was at the lookout over Hookipa.

On our last day we went to ritzy Kaanapali.

There were a lot of bikers around Kihei, where we stayed. They mingled peacefully with the old people and babies on the beach.

These are super rough sketches I did on the beach in Maui in March.

This is me in my snorkel gear.

This is my dad, who treated us to the trip. He is wearing zinc cream on his nose. This is called “gooky” in our family–all sunscreen or suntan lotion (in the old days of ozone) is called gooky.

At our favourite beach, Ulua, we saw a little girl who wanted to go back to New York and an old lady who was having the time of her life.