Ten years ago, at last call on Latin night, on the dance floor of a gay bar on Pride month, Saturday slipping into Sunday morning, the dancing stopped. Pulse, a beloved nightclub for LGBTQ+ people and friends, became overnight a name that signified — like Parkland, like Sandy Hook — an act of terrible violence. And for queer Floridians, Pulse became shorthand, too. Pulse meant the complicated realities of existing here.