My first thought

when I heard about Orlando was


I can not.


This is still.


We are.

Thirty years ago

my best friends were two gay guys named Ken and Ken

and a fag-hag named Trish.

In my day

that’s what you called a straight woman

who was obsessed with gays and gay culture.

Ken and Ken were not a couple.

But they trolled together

along with all the other butches and queens

looking for love and acceptance.

I guess I tagged along

because I was an outcast

in my own

special way.

And these guys knew how to have a