Mystery Babylon :heart_progress_Hearts:<p>In no way do I wanna make this about myself. But this act of violence led me directly to the life I have today.<br><br>When I heard the news, I was a normal-ish woman, working at the counter in a fancy souvenir boutique in the French Quarter of New Orleans. That's what I sincerely thought. But it was the final straw. I don't know why.<br><br>Perhaps it was because I'd lived in Orlando, many years before, and that had been one of my queerest years, though I'd never been to Pulse. Perhaps it was pent-up frustration at what felt like wasted years in between Orlando and New Orleans, years where I'd dated horrible straight men and suffered greatly due to failing at being a girl properly.<br><br>Maybe it was just queerness in me, tired of waiting -- my true self, seeing those people I didn't know killed for living a life I couldn't even reach.<br><br>1/4<br><a href="https://onycha.monster/tags/pride" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>pride</span></a> <a href="https://onycha.monster/tags/pulse" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>pulse</span></a> <a href="https://onycha.monster/tags/lgbtq" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>lgbtq</span></a> <a href="https://onycha.monster/tags/trans" class="mention hashtag" rel="nofollow noopener noreferrer" target="_blank">#<span>trans</span></a><br></p>