No act of senseless violence will stop me from continuing to be who I am, and what I support.
I was old enough to remember Columbine, 9/11, Hurricane Katrina, the passing of Prop. 8, Aurora, Colorado; Sandy Hook, and the Boston Marathon Massacre, but I will say that neither one of those events drove me to tears.
But this? Initially, I didn’t. (And I had no time for feels then because when I first found out about it, I had to go to work right away.) But the more I hear of it, the more it strikes a chord.
And then I came across this, said by one of my favorite drag queens:
And now who I am is an emotional mess with all the feels. DeLa owes me some good contact lens cleaning solution after this boo-hoo jag.