Whenever I read about the victims, it hurts. I couldn't stop the tears when I read about Luis Velma. I couldn't stop when I read about Kimberly "KJ" Morris, who had only recently moved to Orlando in the last three months to help her mother and her grandmother and worked as a bouncer in the Pulse club that was a special place for the QUILTBAG community in the area. It took me a while to stop when I read the text exchanges from Eddie Justice to his mother as he hid terrified in a restroom of one of the few spaces he should be safe in.
It terrifies me that one of my worst fears is that any one of the 50 people who died or any one of those injured could be outed by this horrific event in what was should have been their one safe place, their one place of acceptance. The possibility that any of those injured may have been outed from their safe space into what can be a hostile environment... I hope they are able to stay safe through this.
It terrifies me that one of my worst fears is that any one of the 50 people who died or any one of those injured could be outed by this horrific event in what was should have been their one safe place, their one place of acceptance. The possibility that any of those injured may have been outed from their safe space into what can be a hostile environment... I hope they are able to stay safe through this.
