The whole Orlando incident has been weighing heavy on me and my relationship. While we both thankfully didn’t lose someone close to us, we can’t help but to think that could have been us. I mean we don’t live in the gay club, but we go on occasion. As a matter of fact, we were in a club around the same time all of this was going on. Knowing we could have very well been the ones shot at, has got my boyfriend spooked. Badly. We’re supposed to go out to a mutual friend’s birthday party in two weeks, and he refuses to go. He doesn’t want to take the “risk.” I told him we can’t live like hermit crabs because of this, but he won’t listen. What are your thoughts?
Won’t Live in Fear
Today like many of you, I find myself still stunned by the events that happened early yesterday morning. To think that someone would go into a nightclub with the intent of killing as many victims as they can spot is horrifying. I remember all the times I’ve been to a gay nightclub with friends. We were usually already a few drinks into our fun night, and we were worried about several things. We worried about our final look entering into the club. We worried about making it to the front of the line before the inflation price hits. Heck, sometimes we even worried about sobering up for the bouncer at the front door. But not once did we necessarily worry about our overall safety. We never got nervous about a gunman busting through club doors, and spraying his bullets of hatred. And after Sunday’s early travesty, I guess we have to worry about that now.