I’ve been sitting here off and on since about 7 AM. I turned on my TV to see if there was any morning news on a Sunday. The first thing I see is that Orlando night club Pulse has been the target of a mass shooting. I began to #prayfororlando.
I had never heard of Pulse before, but I somehow quickly knew it was a LGBTQ night club. I’m not sure how. Some of how I knew added up to various attributes of a few witnesses interviewed. But that wasn’t enough. I try not to jump to conclusions. As soon as I heard for sure that I was right, I knew this would become a potentially divisive event, instead of a call for support that it should be!
I’ve been brooding a bit all day. I keep trying to work on other things. But nothing much seems to help. I lit some incense and a candle to honor the victims and cleanse my space. It only helped as long as they were burning, though.
I’m not entirely sure why I’m writing this. I can’t tell you why I’m putting this on what is my blog about my books and being an author.
What I can tell you is I hurt. I ache inside and I can’t tell you why. It’s more than normal feeling for my fellow-man. It’s something deeply wrong in a way that this one event doesn’t explain.
I’m scared. I’m hoping this is an isolated event, but I don’t think it is for reasons I couldn’t explain to save my soul.
I have LGBTQ friends and family. One lives in Florida right now. I’m scared he will go out to celebrate who he is and die for it. I’m scared someone in my home town will get the “courage” to attack here because of their hatred of someone else’s love.
Most of all, I HATE that there is nothing I can do RIGHT FUCKING NOW. I’d go here to donate money, but I’m really pushing it money wise until payday. I’d drive down there, but not enough gas or money and I doubt my job would understand. I’d give blood, but no one will take my blood because of where I was born. FML–I mean really!
We as Americans and citizens of a GLOBAL community must find a way to keep this kind of shit from happening. Yes, we need to ban assault weapons again-who really needs that type of weapon to hunt or protect their home???? Yes, we need education you don’t have to like it, but you can’t kill everything you don’t like. It’s called being a damned adult-deal with it! But most of all we need love and compassion!
Tell your friends and family how you feel, dear ones. Today drives home how much we never know if we will see each other again. Love and Light and Blessings.
Here’s a pic with a few ways you can help: