Saturday nights are typically filled with folly, laughter and joy. People living life to the fullest with the ones whom they love. Saturday night at Pulse wasn’t supposed to be any different. That all changed at 2 am. I am not going to get into the particulars of what happened. We all know. We’ve seen the pictures of text messages that will never receive a response. We’ve seen the videos of people dancing and singing. We have all heard the screams. Black and brown people murdered.
Orlando like many other places in the world has its share of gay, lesbian, transgendered and bisexual folks. At some point in time, I am sure they have been devalued in some fucked up way. This tragedy is especially heavy on me because it could have been any number of people whom I love in Pulse. I could have been with them especially on a latin night. For the most part, people are genuinely sad about the loss of innocent lives but there are those pieces of shit who deem it necessary to speak about how God was doing His part to cleanse the world of homosexuals, sinners, Sodomites…Do us all a favor-
How fucking dare you?
While sanctified dicks and homophobic assholes spew hatred, 49 people won’t get to come home ever again. Mothers and fathers won’t kiss their children again. Children won’t get to see their parents again. Siblings have lost their best friends. Candles will burn in memoriam. Vigils will be held. Tears will fall. Hearts have been broken. Lovers will say goodbye forever.
Blood stains will be scrubbed from the floors and the holes where bullets pierced the walls will be filled. The pain of losing these 49 lives will be forever etched in the hearts of their loved ones. Our condolences or are prayers can’t bring them back.
There are also fifty-three injured people who are still fighting for their lives. We need to surround them in love and PROTECT THEM. We need to speak up to the assholes of the world who feel like they can tell people that they deserve death.
Who the fuck are you?
The same people paying tithes and praising the Lord are wishing death on a community of people who still have managed to find love in their hearts even though the world seems to hate them. Your soul isn’t worthy of prayer and the world would be better without you, hateful sons of bitches.
Fight for the people you love. Live life to the fullest. Love without fear. Tomorrow is not promised.
I love you Michael, Chanel, Darell, Juanito, Eric, Hari, Raffy, Piti, Ade, Melinda, DeShaundra, Zoe, Brianna, Miguelito, and Michee.