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disease-danger-darkness-silence:
kyraneko:
fierceawakening:
autismserenity:
thatdudemaison15:
officialqueer:
“Queer” is important to me because it covers the many facets of my identity and demands equal acknowledgement and respect for them.
I am a many headed beast, asexual, panromantic, genderfluid, and they’re all equally important to who I am. Having the word “queer” to describe myself gives me the ability to break down the walls between my identities.
I’m not just asexual, or panromantic, or nonbinary, I’m all of them, always.
No matter what, I’m queer.
Queer is a slur and the actual definition of queer is weird. If you watch old timey movies you will catch them saying “I have a queer feeling about this” or something along those lines because queer literally means weird, strange, peculiar, bizarre, outlandish, eccentric, unconventional, unorthodox, uncanny, odd, unexpected, unfamiliar, curious, unusual, abnormal, anomalous, atypical, untypical, and different.
I can’t even fathom why anyone would want to identify with a slur that is so rude to lgbt people. That word has done so much harm to people and the fact that ya’ll want to make it into an identity is outrageous. I get reclaiming slurs but to use a slur as a way to identify is just… wow.
Well, that’s the thing.
When people reclaim “queer,” it’s not, “this word is bad and means bad things and I’m gonna use it!”
It’s, “this word is good and means good things, and I’m gonna use it. I’m not accepting the idea that being different is bad, and that the particular ways that I’M different are bad. This term is a compliment. You’re confused, because you’re a bigot.”
It’s, “you think these are the worst, most disgusting and horrible things about me. But I know that these are my strengths. I know that the weird, bizarre, peculiar, abnormal, atypical, and different things about me are weird to you, and that you might hate them and hate me for them… and they’re also glorious, amazing, innovative, colorful, joyful, and inspiring.”
It’s, “I know that my community, and my culture, and my chosen family, and maybe even my life in general, are unconventional and unusual and unfamiliar to the rest of the world. And I also know that they’re powerful, wonderful, and life-saving. I know that if the world was willing to learn from us, it would be a less toxic, much better place.”
Kind of like if some asshole said, “That shirt is so gay,” and you said, “THANK you!”
Kind of like if my basically-a-Nazi hyper-conservative brother-in-law talked about “the queers” in front of me, and I decked him and doubled down on being myself. (just a little fantasy of mine lol)
“queer literally means weird, strange, peculiar, bizarre, outlandish, eccentric, unconventional, unorthodox, uncanny, odd, unexpected, unfamiliar, curious, unusual, abnormal, anomalous, atypical, untypical, and different.”
Why would it be bad to be any of these things?
Like, I mean, surely it’s not required to be unconventional! But that doesn’t make it WRONG or BAD.
Moreover, why would the people who are these things, and embrace them as good things to be, feel loved and accepted by the sort of person who says “your descriptor word is a horrible slur because it means [all these things that you are]”?
The reclamation of “queer” is based on acceptance of entire concepts related to “different,” “abnormal,” et cetera, and embracing them as good and wonderful things that enrich both those individuals and their surrounding community.
And that person up there arguing for its continued slur-ness sounds a whole lot like the sort of people who made it a slur the first time around, who treat our weirdness, strangeness, peculiarity, bizarreness, outlandishness, eccentricity, unconventionality, unorthodoxy, uncanniness, oddness, unexpectedness, unfamiliarity, curiosity, unusuality, abnormality, anomaly, atypicality, untypicality, and difference as bad things they mean us to be ashamed of.
I’m not surprised they don’t understand or accept our reclamation of it. They don’t understand or accept us, either. They’re pegging us as broken or deviant LBGTQs who just need to shut up and squeeze ourselves into the boxes provided, which are totally a reasonable number and variety of boxes provided because all the people complaining about “the q slur” have found their box.
And there’s an undercurrent of accusation that we’re really self-hating somehow, what with our self-harming use of “queer” to describe ourselves, and that … sounds familiar.
I suppose if it’s that hard to believe we love ourselves, in our weird, strange, peculiar, bizarre, outlandish, eccentric, unconventional, unorthodox, uncanny, odd, unexpected, unfamiliar, curious, unusual, abnormal, anomalous, atypical, untypical, and different glory, that’s the sort of conclusion logic produces?
But we do love ourselves. And “queer” is the word that means it. That’s how we took it back. That’s why it’s ours now.
Not gay as in happy, but queer as in fuck you.
I’m old enough to be half of y'all’s mom. Fuck you. I didn’t go to aids funerals and watch an entire generation of my forebears decimated as a child for you little shits to tell me how I and they or ANYONE ELSE is allowed to identify.
Fuck off with that TERF shit.
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disease-danger-darkness-silence:
kyraneko:
fierceawakening:
autismserenity:
thatdudemaison15:
officialqueer:
“Queer” is important to me because it covers the many facets of my identity and demands equal acknowledgement and respect for them.
I am a many headed beast, asexual, panromantic, genderfluid, and they’re all equally important to who I am. Having the word “queer” to describe myself gives me the ability to break down the walls between my identities.
I’m not just asexual, or panromantic, or nonbinary, I’m all of them, always.
No matter what, I’m queer.
Queer is a slur and the actual definition of queer is weird. If you watch old timey movies you will catch them saying “I have a queer feeling about this” or something along those lines because queer literally means weird, strange, peculiar, bizarre, outlandish, eccentric, unconventional, unorthodox, uncanny, odd, unexpected, unfamiliar, curious, unusual, abnormal, anomalous, atypical, untypical, and different.
I can’t even fathom why anyone would want to identify with a slur that is so rude to lgbt people. That word has done so much harm to people and the fact that ya’ll want to make it into an identity is outrageous. I get reclaiming slurs but to use a slur as a way to identify is just… wow.
Well, that’s the thing.
When people reclaim “queer,” it’s not, “this word is bad and means bad things and I’m gonna use it!”
It’s, “this word is good and means good things, and I’m gonna use it. I’m not accepting the idea that being different is bad, and that the particular ways that I’M different are bad. This term is a compliment. You’re confused, because you’re a bigot.”
It’s, “you think these are the worst, most disgusting and horrible things about me. But I know that these are my strengths. I know that the weird, bizarre, peculiar, abnormal, atypical, and different things about me are weird to you, and that you might hate them and hate me for them… and they’re also glorious, amazing, innovative, colorful, joyful, and inspiring.”
It’s, “I know that my community, and my culture, and my chosen family, and maybe even my life in general, are unconventional and unusual and unfamiliar to the rest of the world. And I also know that they’re powerful, wonderful, and life-saving. I know that if the world was willing to learn from us, it would be a less toxic, much better place.”
Kind of like if some asshole said, “That shirt is so gay,” and you said, “THANK you!”
Kind of like if my basically-a-Nazi hyper-conservative brother-in-law talked about “the queers” in front of me, and I decked him and doubled down on being myself. (just a little fantasy of mine lol)
“queer literally means weird, strange, peculiar, bizarre, outlandish, eccentric, unconventional, unorthodox, uncanny, odd, unexpected, unfamiliar, curious, unusual, abnormal, anomalous, atypical, untypical, and different.”
Why would it be bad to be any of these things?
Like, I mean, surely it’s not required to be unconventional! But that doesn’t make it WRONG or BAD.
Moreover, why would the people who are these things, and embrace them as good things to be, feel loved and accepted by the sort of person who says “your descriptor word is a horrible slur because it means [all these things that you are]”?
The reclamation of “queer” is based on acceptance of entire concepts related to “different,” “abnormal,” et cetera, and embracing them as good and wonderful things that enrich both those individuals and their surrounding community.
And that person up there arguing for its continued slur-ness sounds a whole lot like the sort of people who made it a slur the first time around, who treat our weirdness, strangeness, peculiarity, bizarreness, outlandishness, eccentricity, unconventionality, unorthodoxy, uncanniness, oddness, unexpectedness, unfamiliarity, curiosity, unusuality, abnormality, anomaly, atypicality, untypicality, and difference as bad things they mean us to be ashamed of.
I’m not surprised they don’t understand or accept our reclamation of it. They don’t understand or accept us, either. They’re pegging us as broken or deviant LBGTQs who just need to shut up and squeeze ourselves into the boxes provided, which are totally a reasonable number and variety of boxes provided because all the people complaining about “the q slur” have found their box.
And there’s an undercurrent of accusation that we’re really self-hating somehow, what with our self-harming use of “queer” to describe ourselves, and that … sounds familiar.
I suppose if it’s that hard to believe we love ourselves, in our weird, strange, peculiar, bizarre, outlandish, eccentric, unconventional, unorthodox, uncanny, odd, unexpected, unfamiliar, curious, unusual, abnormal, anomalous, atypical, untypical, and different glory, that’s the sort of conclusion logic produces?
But we do love ourselves. And “queer” is the word that means it. That’s how we took it back. That’s why it’s ours now.
Not gay as in happy, but queer as in fuck you.
I’m old enough to be half of y'all’s mom. Fuck you. I didn’t go to aids funerals and watch an entire generation of my forebears decimated as a child for you little shits to tell me how I and they or ANYONE ELSE is allowed to identify.
Fuck off with that TERF shit.
(Your picture was not posted)
