When I woke up yesterday, and read about the horrific massacre at Club Q in Colorado Springs, I felt sick. I was overwhelmed with horror on behalf of the five dead and twenty-five injured. I didn’t want to think of how their families and friends must feel. I was terrified of a copycat crime hurting any of my queer friends. I was in awe of the as yet unnamed hero who stopped the gunman by yanking the gun from his... Read more