It’s bad enough when yet another mass shooting in El Paso, Texas rocks our country again. But, the second shooting in Dayton, Ohio hit really close to home.
The tragic shooting took place in a trendy restoration district in Dayton, full of bars and restaurants. I know it well. It was one of the first places I went to explore my transgender feminine world. I have many fond memories and can’t imagine why a shooter would chose it to forever mark it in this violent way.
I haven’t been there for a few years since I moved to Cincinnati, Ohio.
Cases such as yesterday have a tendency to bring fear to my heart when Liz and I are out and about. An example was yesterday when Liz and I finished our witches ball meeting. We were walking hand in hand to the car when I noticed a forty something couple glaring at us. Of course, the younger people had no reaction at all. I did wonder what problem they had with us. Was it because I was transgender or the fact we were holding hands. Guess, I will never know. Maybe they were just anti LGBTQ rednecks. After all, Resident Rump and his best closeted boy Pence were just in town.
Back to the point at hand. I am far from smart enough to suggest anything far reaching enough to stem this epidemic of gun violence in this country.
I do know though, something different needs to be done. Sending thoughts and prayers has just become too hollow.
Perhaps we should take a lesson or two from the fiftieth anniversary of Woodstock…try preaching Peace and Love to get guns out of the hands of those who shouldn’t have them to start with. And maybe start with getting Russian NRA blood money out of congress.
I know I am a dreamer but I shouldn’t be the only one.