Luis-Manuel Garcia's blog

On June 11, 2016, I turned on my phone as I walked off a plane and discovered that a dancefloor had become a site of slaughter.[1] As a queer Latino who grew up dancing at clubs and raves, I felt an immediate and dizzying affinity with the victims of the Orlando shootings, and Pulse nightclub could have been any number of places where I’ve gathered with fellow outcasts to heal the bruise