I naively believed our lives as queer people were no longer in jeopardy. But on that night in June, Pride Month ironically, that bubble of safety, acceptance, and community was penetrated by someone motivated by hate, and hate alone. And it all started with the shooting at the Pulse Nightclub, a popular gay bar in Orlando, a safe place where queer people could dance, socialize, live free, and fall in love without fear, judgment, or danger. Watching the news in recent years fills me with tread and terror the like that I had never felt before a queer person in America.
