After the orlando shootings, I was numb for that day... After that day, I needed to do something to show the hurt, and the love... My happiest/longest relationships may have been "straight" but I've been involved a number of times in queer/lesbian relations as well. And the distance from where I grew up to Pulse would be equivalent of me today driving into Philly for the nightlife.

I could easily have lost a sister, cousin, or my first GF if they'd decided to swing by that weekend.
And that is terrifying.

The fact that it happened on Latin Night makes it harder to digest, because it was supposed to be a safe space on MULTIPLE levels... I still cant grok it all. At all.

There was a more intricate thing I want(ed) to make/do, but Im having trouble making it work... So this is all I could manage for the time being. Until the heart heals and I get better at this whole 'art' thing.