Those are scary black people though. Have you ever seen a white privileged feminist interact with a black man from the hood. Funny as hell.

Don’t mind me, I was just being a dick!

Keep thinking that.

Fair enough! LOL

So what do you propose be done? I mean clearly you blame all muslim people so should we just deny them their religious freedom? Put them in concentration camps? What the fuck can be done about a major religion?

Your privilege is showing. I can’t afford to go to most high school plays, so a Broadway play will never be in my budget.

My feelings and thoughts aren’t of anger just at this killer, but for all people who carry hate and disgust in their hearts for others, for no reason other than a person’s identity.

Now Straight Outta Compton was fucking great! If there were Broadway shows like that, I might actually go to a play.

There are fifty innocent people dead, and somehow the right to bear arms or pick and choose who you want to bake a fucking cake for or serve your shitty pizza to is somehow more important than that.

My mom doesn’t want me to go to a vigil tonight, but I explained to her that it is important to me to stand with love and unity against hate.

I went. There was a man in the middle of DuPont screaming his hate and prejudice, but other than that it was magical.

I have a hard time not hating the parents that raised me. My mother, who threw up on me when she read my diary at 16 and vomited on me because she read of my attraction and confusion I now identify as bisexuality. My mother who still, spits the work out gay in angry and whispered tone so my siblings don’t hear her. My…

Because as the collective population that makes up this nation, we’re shitty people.

Well. I cried watching this.

They removed the muskets from tonight’s performance in the aftermath of the attack in Orlando.

What an amazing show! So much talent coming together to produce an artistic miracle.

People really are hyperbolic about this show, aren’t they?

I dont get it. What is so good about this again?

My equally Hamilton-obsessed husband to the audience after the performance. “That’s right. You stand. The. Fuck. Up. When you clap, because you just witnessed fucking ART.”

Same here. I think I’ve lost a few friends because I’m kind of done with the ‘pray for’ this and the ‘I’m sorry’ that.