I've found myself coming out more than ever over the past day. It shouldn't matter anymore that I'm a queer woman, but it does. The first place I felt safe to dance, flirt, and kiss who I wanted was in a gay club, packed to the brims with smiling, happy people. Now that I primarily date men, many of my current acquaintances don't know this part of my identity, but it's still there.

The year was 2008, but it could've easily been me. I used to spend every weekend in the clubs, and organized many large scale LGBT gatherings. My heart aches for Orlando. I can't even begin to imagine 50 of my friends gone.

Their blood is on all of our hands. Please-contact your legislator. This needs to stop.