I remember the first time hearing anything "gay" at home. I was like 9? Years old. My parents had a bunch of friends around for some dinner party. A woman who worked in my father's office had recently shaved her head for unknown reasons (we later found out it was cancer), and as she was a larger woman this led my father to saying out loud in front of everyone "she looks like a bulld***!" To their credit, most people just ignored him, but I felt the energy in the room SHIFT and immediately felt Unsafe, in my own childhood home no less, without even knowing the meaning of the word!! Shit was scary!!!
I've never quite understood those that don't want to use the queer label. Even though it was used as a slur, it always just meant weird or odd, and those of us that aren't "straight" are the exception to the rule. So yes, we're queer. The F word, however: you're comparing me to a bundle of firewood? Like you're going to burn me? I think *not*.
Words are only strands of letters intended to convey a meaning, personal take will differ from person to person, say whatever you want, say what you mean and mean what you say, and fuq the rest
Reminds me of a story I read in school entitled (I think) After You Alphonse.
I remember the first time hearing anything "gay" at home. I was like 9? Years old. My parents had a bunch of friends around for some dinner party. A woman who worked in my father's office had recently shaved her head for unknown reasons (we later found out it was cancer), and as she was a larger woman this led my father to saying out loud in front of everyone "she looks like a bulld***!" To their credit, most people just ignored him, but I felt the energy in the room SHIFT and immediately felt Unsafe, in my own childhood home no less, without even knowing the meaning of the word!! Shit was scary!!!
I've never quite understood those that don't want to use the queer label.
Even though it was used as a slur, it always just meant weird or odd, and those of us that aren't "straight" are the exception to the rule.
So yes, we're queer.
The F word, however: you're comparing me to a bundle of firewood? Like you're going to burn me? I think *not*.
Words are only strands of letters intended to convey a meaning, personal take will differ from person to person, say whatever you want, say what you mean and mean what you say, and fuq the rest
So no common courtesy?