I will not offer prayers, though you have them. I will not offer sympathies, though they are clearly manifested. But instead I will offer up the unrestrained acknowledgement that I, too, killed those people in a queer Orlando nightclub last night. I cannot distance myself from the guilt of their deaths.
Blood on the Cross and Blood on our Hands:
Marissa J. Johnson

What a tremendously powerful statement.

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