Q P O C

Last night I went to a queer bar where I danced with queer people. I kissed queer people. I went home with a queer person and had queer sex with them. And I woke up to the news that queer people were murdered wanting to do the same thing that I did, the difference being that a man with a legally bought weapon specifically designed to murder people walked into their bar and didn’t walk into mine. They were murdered because queer people exist and queer people demand the freedom to do what I did last night and every effort to politically and socially destroy them has failed necessitating bullets and blood. All over Facebook I see people pledging that they won’t live in fear. They will go as soon as possible to queer bars to dance with queer people and kiss queer people and go home with queer people and have queer sex with them. Those have always been our weapons, our liberties and our desires and our queer defiances together. Wield them. Remind everyone in the entire world, those that love us and those hate us and those that tolerate us, that we exist.