Time has healed this wound a bit. But I will say that when Anthony Bourdain, someone I did not know but felt like I did and loved very much died, my thought was, “this is almost as bad as the Pulse Massacre.”
But even Bourdain dying is not as bad as the Pulse Massacre.
Nothing will ever be worse than that in my lifetime.
I’ve never married or had kids, but I have had gay men in my life from a very early age. The have been my guidelights from one to another. I would not be here without the gay men who seemingly love me for no reason. I am forever grateful for the gay men in my life. They have been there at my job, where we instantly bond, in my social life when I had one, and especially on my Internet life.
Thank you all for putting up with me. And I have tried to be there for a handful of young ones. And that has been another blessing. After watching Pose, you might need to call me Mother. lol. Which is what my siblings called Mama when she was being a certain way.
So to the gay men who have been my everything, and to my children who need a mother, Happy Pride Month.
And take a moment to remember those who lost their lives on Orlando.