Orlando tragedy was a mirror for narcissists
The grief of the people of Florida was hijacked by gay activists and social media warriors, writes Donal Lynch
I have been to Orlando twice in my life. First as a 13-year-old with my parents, when it seemed impossibly huge and impossibly exciting - and then as a 33-year-old when it seemed small, cheap and incredibly tacky.
In the interim, Orlando underwent its own seismic shift in perspective. In 1991, a group of gay men and women defied the saccharine family-only image of Disneyland and began congregating in Orlando's biggest theme parks.
There were only a few hundred of them in those years but they wore red shirts to make themselves more visible. They brought their children by the hand. Word of mouth turned Gay Days, as it became known, into a national festival in the US, nestling somewhere in the niche between Groundhog Day and Southern Decadence. By the time I returned, two decades later, the number of revellers had swelled to 300,000 and the message had been received loud and clear by Disney, and America generally: gay people are families, too. I had come out by then myself and Orlando, for all its kitschness, seemed to bookend the two big changes in my life; the onset of puberty and the slide into middle age.