On June 11, 2016, I was 15 years old in Orlando, getting ready to fly out on a choir trip to Europe.
I passed by Pulse during the day. I saw the signs for Latin night. I remember it vividly because my half-closeted queer Latinx heart was so happy to see it.
The morning of June 12, the news reports about the shooting were the first things I saw when I woke up.
It didn’t hit me in that moment. I was in shock I think.
I went to the airport (MCO). I stood in that terminal and on every single TV screen there was a different news outlet covering Pulse.
And I collapsed onto the floor of the airport sobbing so hard I couldn’t breathe, looking like a complete wreck in front of strangers while my friends tried to comfort me.
I don’t mean to make this about me. It’s 100% not. I am not a survivor of the shooting, I don’t claim for it to have been anywhere near as traumatic for me as it was for those in the building, and my heart aches for all victims, survivors, and their loved ones.
But at 15, it was the first time I really, TRULY realized that people in the world wanted me dead. Wanted me murdered. They’d celebrate my murder. Not only my life would be stripped from me, but also the validity of my identity, as someone who was finally trying to come to terms with potentially being trans (spoiler alert: I am).
I have never been the same. I have had a storm cloud over my perception of the world ever since. I stared at those TV screens and cried for the people I didn’t know, the people whose lives were brutally taken, the people whose lives would continue to be taken in attacks that I suddenly realized would never end, attacks I could plausibly be a victim of one day.
And now look at the state of things.
It hurts. It never stops hurting.
Fuck anyone and everyone who has ever acted on their hate. Fuck anyone and everyone who has ever taught others to be hateful. Fuck the state of the world. Fuck the injustice faced by queer people across the globe.
To the 49… I’m just so fucking sorry. You deserved so, so much better.
Stanley Almodovar III, 23 years old
Amanda L. Alvear, 25 years old
Oscar A. Aracena Montero, 26 years old
Rodolfo Ayala Ayala, 33 years old
Antonio Davon Brown, 29 years old
Darryl Roman Burt II, 29 years old
Angel Candelario-Padro, 28 years old
Juan Chavez Martinez, 25 years old
Luis Daniel Conde, 39 years old
Cory James Connell, 21 years old
Tevin Eugene Crosby, 25 years old
Deonka Deidra Drayton, 32 years old
Simón Adrian Carrillo Fernández, 31 years old
Leroy Valentin Fernandez, 25 years old
Mercedez Marisol Flores, 26 years old
Peter Ommy Gonzalez Cruz, 22 years old
Juan Ramon Guerrero, 22 years old
Paul Terrell Henry, 41 years old
Frank Hernandez, 27 years old
Miguel Angel Honorato, 30 years old
Javier Jorge Reyes, 40 years old
Jason Benjamin Josaphat, 19 years old
Eddie Jamoldroy Justice, 30 years old
Anthony Luis Laureano Disla, 25 years old
Christopher Andrew Leinonen, 32 years old
Alejandro Barrios Martinez, 21 years old
Brenda Marquez McCool, 49 years old
Gilberto R. Silva Menendez, 25 years old
Kimberly Jean Morris, 37 years old
Akyra Monet Murray, 18 years old
Luis Omar Ocasio Capo, 20 years old
Geraldo A. Ortiz Jimenez, 25 years old
Eric Ivan Ortiz-Rivera, 36 years old
Joel Rayon Paniagua, 32 years old
Jean Carlos Mendez Perez, 35 years old
Enrique L. Rios, Jr., 25 years old
Jean Carlos Nieves Rodríguez, 27 years old
Xavier Emmanuel Serrano-Rosado, 35 years old
Christopher Joseph Sanfeliz, 24 years old
Yilmary Rodríguez Solivan, 24 years old
Edward Sotomayor Jr., 34 years old
Shane Evan Tomlinson, 33 years old
Martin Benitez Torres, 33 years old
Jonathan A. Camuy Vega, 24 years old
Juan Pablo Rivera Velázquez, 37 years old
Luis Sergio Vielma, 22 years old
Franky Jimmy DeJesus Velázquez, 50 years old
Luis Daniel Wilson-Leon, 37 years old
Jerald Arthur Wright, 31 years old
(Got the list from the City of Orlando website. If any names need to be edited, please let me know. I don’t want to deadname anyone and I’m unsure whether anyone on the list is under a deadname.)