The attack at the Pulse was very much on my mind - especially the detail of all the phones ringing with people trying to contact their loved ones. Phones ringing to calls that would never be picked up.
I don't really comment much about how I feel about social or political issues. Because honestly - the spotlight isn't on me. It's on you. I want to set the stage so you can be free to talk about them. (and who wants to hear from another cis-gender old white guy anyway? :p)
Being in Orlando that night though - just a few minutes away... had we stayed to get something to eat (like I wanted to do), we would have probably still been in the area when the shooting occurred.
I wasn't at the Pulse, to the best of my knowledge none of my friends were there that night (although some of them definitely go there). I wasn't close enough that I was in any real danger (unless he had decided to come to the club I was at , a few blocks away and a few hours earlier. But "we" weren't his target - unless he decided he also hated Gogol Bordello)
It's still profoundly disturbing though. If something like this *doesn't* rattle something inside of you, you may want to check the gears of your robot heart, because something might need oil.