Since I moved to New York City and have genuinely experienced the astonishing universe of life that exists here, I can't help but acknowledge how it has changed me in certain respects. But there's one aspect I've been thinking about recently: sex, sexuality, gender, and personhood. This includes sex work, which I had an initial concept, reaction, and impression of—until I came to NYC, and that all changed significantly through something so simple as meeting people and listening to them. What a concept! I'm not entirely sure why I'm writing this, but the murder of five people at Club Q in Colorado Springs, CO, has prompted me to do so. And truthfully, as I write this, it really feels like some shitty token of condolence from a cis-male, which is disingenuous. But I want to be entirely honest about how I feel and think, so I am composing this note. It is meant to be as much for myself as it is a blazon of my love for all those that have been, and remain, maligned and discriminated against in this country and world. I've learned, and continue to learn, so fucking much from all the persons I've met over the years, particularly here in NYC, about being different from what I am. You've been some of the best, most genuine, and most multi-faceted people I've ever met. And I want to say that I'm here as an ally, a friend, and a fellow human being. Here to fight for you; here to continue fighting for you!
