On this 12th day of Pride Month,

50 members and allies of the LGBT community have been killed — another 50+ injured. This routine reporting on mass-shootings has eliminated our ability to feel empathy.

Think about what President Obama continually has to say:

“ Every time I think about those kids, it gets me mad, And by the way, it happens on the streets of Chicago every day.” — President Obama

How does it mean nothing (or close to nothing) to anyone outside the immediate bubble? The sheer number of these cases flood our media — allowing us just a day of quiet between the killing of The Voice star, Christina Grimmie and the 50 dead at Pulse Nightclub.

Victims’ names are lost in the chaos created by them — only garnishing more attention to the shooter through new, horrific means of killing innocent people.

Over the next week, we will see many calls for change — a temporary push for gun control is part of this routine. Religion will be debated, of course — as the nature of this man’s heritage is Afghani; however, will the fact that he’s American-born have any bearing?

Many of you will pray for the victims — and while I’m generally not a strong believer in the power of prayer, I think of it as being similar to writing, that it can help people process and gain a new perspective on things. I don’t believe there is some greater power listening to our calls for change and taking action based on them. I’ll write — because prayer still hasn’t solved the issue of mass shootings.

One thing I know for certain — I am tired — tired for each victim, their families, and their communities…