Been thinking about shooters, though.
A year ago today, I became a volunteer instructor for Blazing sword. No big ceremony, just signing up. Part of a crew of Lgbtq friendly instructors who don't care who you snog or what your plumbing is, we'll teach you.
And the year has rolled by, and we all know how rough the ride has been.
And with every fight, I've wondered more and more...
When will I no longer be out of the line of fire?
I don't pass an ideological purity test in either direction.
What happens when I wander into the wrong rally and can't say the shibboleth?
We keep going the way we been going, is there a bullet out there for me?
And will it be fired... by a hand I trained?
But these days, is it really so farfetched?
I almost left my industry.
Got tired of being feared.
Tired of being insulted.
Wondering if I'm setting myself up for worse.
But I decided to keep going.
I'm at risk a dozen different ways anyway.
Besides, I keep saying rights are more important than feelings.
That includes my own.
I said I'd teach who wanted. They're not drunk, high, a felon, or too fucked up to handle it, I'll teach.
Because rights are more important than my fears, too.