#QueerSelfLove as healing

#QueerSelfLove tag on twitter is something I’m hanging on to right now. I haven’t talked about Orlando much because it’s…too much, it’s painful and I’m wrung out y’all.

It’s not that I don’t care, it’s that I’m in self care mode because this has been all too much for me. I’m starting to feel like there’s a hunt on in the US for people like me, brown, queer, not the status quo. It’s wearying y’all, so fucking tiring.

Also, it’s really hard when your pain is dismissed as irrelevant, wrong, stupid in the face of worrying if one of the spaces you thought you could escape to is no longer safe. It’s no longer a place where you can be with your people, whoever that may be.

So, I’m retweeting a lot of wonderful folks on the #QueerSelfLove tag over yonder, as a way to heal, to know I’m not that alone in all of this hate and pain the world keeps throwing at us.