I have a hell of a lot of family who live in Laramie. It's where my Dad hails from. Whenever I revisit the dates of when Matthew Shepard was murdered, I remind myself that, "Oh, fuck, I was there, in Laramie, only a couple weeks earlier." I actually didn't learn about it until years later, I think when it'd already been turned into a film & play. I've seen both. I don't think there are enough words that can explain how disgusted I am that that sort of thing happens, let alone in a town I am so familiar with.
When I hear stories like what happened to Matthew Shepard, I feel like I've stepped into the twilight zone. Like, this can't be reality. There's no way anyone could ever do this. But, it's real, and they do.
Well said. This is the same reason why, even though I'm a femme bi in an opposite-sex relationship who does automatically pass for straight, I still out myself as much as possible. When we are invisible, it increases the risk for all of us.
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People make me sad.
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Fixed.
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*applauds*
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