"Last Dance. Last Chance For Love": Thoughts on Orlando and Our Ongoing National Shame.
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A call from my friend and instantly I knew from the catch in his voice that it was bad news. Through his tears he reached out and said, "Tell this story. Please, tell this story. For what you say and how you say it will touch the heart of every civilized person who reads it."
This is about a place named Pulse, and the historic massacre that took place on June 12, 2016 on a dance floor in sleepy Orlando, Florida, where the Chamber of Commerce tells you nothing bad ever happens. Only it did.
It touched the lives of thousands of people around the world, who, like my good-tempered, conscientious friend, tax-paying friend, cannot understand the burden of hate, bigotry, mayhem, and confusion that distinguishes so many of our fellow Americans, and manifests itself in these murderous and explosive events.
And so this book, is for you, my friend, and for everyone like you, who leads a good, kind, decent, affable life, which can become in an instant, the devil's own cauldron.
At Pulse a deliberate murderer walked in when the music was hottest, and began systematically destroying the lives and hopes of a hundred people who only wanted love and acceptance, which he denied them.
As the first gunshot boomed out, dancers thought it was part of a theatrical display, as big as Gay Pride itself. However in a moment, the hottest dance floor was a slick of blood, more blood, nothing but blood, and unearthly piercing shrieks, where people who went to their early graves wondered why.
Why now? Why us? Why here?
Of course there aren't any answers to those questions, anyway not one our authorities can grasp and deliver. That is the tragedy, for this heinous deed sets up the next and the next after that.
I don't want Pulse to be sanctified. I don't want to see piles of cheap flowers, and some personal mementos of these hundred victims. I don't want to transform sensuality, eroticism, their last vivid moments into something suitable for parents who never knew their kids were gay. They were your kids, they deserve your love. Don't turn away from them now, when they need it most.
For these parents are now in denial, and that's not what Gay Pride is all about. Pride means you've accepted yourself, and planned to ride that pony as far as you can, loving everyone along the way, whether they love you, or not.
Thus, I give you the Queen of Disco. She knew it all, and kept the dance music moving with the hottest possible beat. So now take a minute to listen to Donna Summer's legacy, now the legacy for all the victims who died, so many, so young, so that one man could show off. We'll never forget them. We'll never forget these moments of hell and horror.
Here's their song, you can see them dancing on their way to eternity. So let's dance the last dance, and let's do it with vengeance, determination, high style, for if we must go, let us go our own way, and let the beat be adamant and never ending.
"Last dance
Last dance for love
Yes, it's my last chance
For romance tonight
I need you by me
Beside me, to guide me
To hold me..."
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This is about a place named Pulse, and the historic massacre that took place on June 12, 2016 on a dance floor in sleepy Orlando, Florida, where the Chamber of Commerce tells you nothing bad ever happens. Only it did.
It touched the lives of thousands of people around the world, who, like my good-tempered, conscientious friend, tax-paying friend, cannot understand the burden of hate, bigotry, mayhem, and confusion that distinguishes so many of our fellow Americans, and manifests itself in these murderous and explosive events.
And so this book, is for you, my friend, and for everyone like you, who leads a good, kind, decent, affable life, which can become in an instant, the devil's own cauldron.
At Pulse a deliberate murderer walked in when the music was hottest, and began systematically destroying the lives and hopes of a hundred people who only wanted love and acceptance, which he denied them.
As the first gunshot boomed out, dancers thought it was part of a theatrical display, as big as Gay Pride itself. However in a moment, the hottest dance floor was a slick of blood, more blood, nothing but blood, and unearthly piercing shrieks, where people who went to their early graves wondered why.
Why now? Why us? Why here?
Of course there aren't any answers to those questions, anyway not one our authorities can grasp and deliver. That is the tragedy, for this heinous deed sets up the next and the next after that.
I don't want Pulse to be sanctified. I don't want to see piles of cheap flowers, and some personal mementos of these hundred victims. I don't want to transform sensuality, eroticism, their last vivid moments into something suitable for parents who never knew their kids were gay. They were your kids, they deserve your love. Don't turn away from them now, when they need it most.
For these parents are now in denial, and that's not what Gay Pride is all about. Pride means you've accepted yourself, and planned to ride that pony as far as you can, loving everyone along the way, whether they love you, or not.
Thus, I give you the Queen of Disco. She knew it all, and kept the dance music moving with the hottest possible beat. So now take a minute to listen to Donna Summer's legacy, now the legacy for all the victims who died, so many, so young, so that one man could show off. We'll never forget them. We'll never forget these moments of hell and horror.
Here's their song, you can see them dancing on their way to eternity. So let's dance the last dance, and let's do it with vengeance, determination, high style, for if we must go, let us go our own way, and let the beat be adamant and never ending.
"Last dance
Last dance for love
Yes, it's my last chance
For romance tonight
I need you by me
Beside me, to guide me
To hold me..."
Digital product in pdf format and Kindle epub