It's terribly ironic that my last post about a month ago proclaimed that I have nothing to complain about, but these past two weeks of June have been very stressful. After having a wonderful birthday, I was slapped with an eviction notice... but we're pushing back leaning on the city to protect us. Jimmy is fighting while I come off as weak in the situation. I feel lucky to be living in such a great location for such a great price for so many years. Jimmy pointed at leaks in the ceiling, the carpet that hasn't been replaced in years and the foundation that has not been earthquake reinforced - we get what we pay for and we have rent control.
On top of that comes the Orlando tragedy in which I found myself crying at work reading victim stories and being surrounded by clueless coworkers who don't feel the pain that I'm feeling because their community wasn't targeted.
- Juan Ramon Guerrero and Christopher "Drew" Leinonen who were to get married, but will be buried together. If you read about their family, your heart will melt. If you follow their instagram they remind me the most of myself and my friends. Their story hurt me the most.
- Akyra Murray who was celebrating her high school graduation reminded me of a time when I went to 18+ gay clubs in San Francisco called Faith... I was young and carefree. Everything was new and exciting. I was celebrating as much as she was and I felt safe being myself.
- Brenda Lee Marquez McCool who was a survivor of both breast and bone cancer was out dancing with her son before she shielded him from the bullets. Parents protecting their kids always makes my heart jerk.