Thinking about that history and then coming back to today and thinking about why I own a firearm is a completely different prospect. I think that’s why I’m here today. I took... I remember getting out of the military and not, I mean, I didn’t even have a single after thought about guns in my life. I mean, after the military I didn’t really have them in my life at all until my best friend was stabbed to death. Well, he was stabbed. I think this was about, I can’t remember. It’s at least five years now. He’s my best friend and was stabbed in front of his home in his foyer. It was all over the news. The place where he was stabbed was literally the spot I was standing just 24 hours prior. It’s a popular neighborhood that a lot of other queer folks go to. The situation was random. I thought to myself, “Wow, what would I have done?” You know? I was like, “I’m more terrified of knives than I am of guns.” I was like, “I’m just going to get a gun.” You know? Then I said to myself, “Well I haven’t used a gun in so long I should probably get some safety training.” I was really glad that I did that. I got trained up online.
I got a Concealed Carry. That sounds really simple but being black and queer in America is a whole loaded topic. That’s something I thought about, because when I first carried, for the first couple months I was carrying, not so legally. Mostly, because I was just terrified. You know? This happened to my friend. There was a lot of racial reckoning happening at the time, a lot of you know racist activity. I just wanted something to make myself feel more comfortable living downtown and living the life that I lived. I got a gun.
More recently, I’ll say being in a more serious relationship and going through a very rough mental health journey of my own while managing weapons was very difficult. I’ve done a lot of mental health work in my professional life and made some strong decisions for myself in regard to what I want out of my life and my mental health journey. Part of that journey, you know, got me into therapy. The therapy was very difficult. So difficult that I found myself not feeling capable of being responsible with my weapons.
Subsequently we separated. Not just over the guns, but in this particular situation I volunteered my weapons, found myself in a mental health facility, and then found myself in a situation where the people I trusted were not communicating with me about how to safely transport my weapons or where they were going. Just more specifically, I felt as though my agency were taken away. My agency to not just manage my weapons. You know, I’m in a state where I can’t manage them.
One of the groups I’m affiliated with talks about how to deal with veterans who own weapons who might be having a challenge. One of the things that came up was like always including them in the dialogue. There’s always the possibility that you have to make a decision for someone if they’re not able to make a wise decision. I’d like to say in my case I was able to. I was medicated and having a challenge but complying with my own safety practices and my own systems that I had in place.
Also, feeling as though in the midst of all the dangerous things in the world, that I had people in my life that don’t know how to safely interact with my relationship with weapons, how to interact with me in negotiating those weapons, and how to interact with me having a mental health challenge. That’s essentially been the past couple months of my life with this particular topic. It feels really good to talk about it today because I’m in a new place. I don’t have my weapons on me. I haven’t had physical access to them since that event happened, which has been a couple months now. I do have access. I can just go get them if I want, but I made the choice to not have them for some time because it did essentially feel like an injury. With everything I was going through mentally, I can’t imagine having to manage guns right now. Even thinking about it now breaks my brain.