A Queer Post
Invoking all the outrage of the best linguistic campaigns, I announce my intention to reclaim the word "queer." I don't mean to reclaim it for lesbians, gays, bisexuals, pansexuals, transsexuals, transgenders, intersexes, asexuals, hermaphrodites, or perverts. I mean to reclaim "queer" for those of us who like discussing and, especially, who like writing about queer things. As in, "The Northern Lights have seen queer sights/But the queerest they ever did see/Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge /I cremated Sam McGee." Because a dozen queer things happen to me each day.
The campaign begins now.
Yesterday it was raining, so I took shelter under a concrete awning in front of a shoe store and a bank in downtown
1 Comments:
I agree! I remember when I first learned the colloquial meaning of the word "queer." I was about 10, my mom said something odd, and I said: "that's queer, mom." She said, "you don't know what you're saying," and even since then, I have known better than to use the word queer.
But I think you're right -- it's time. Sometimes things are odd, sometimes things are weird, and sometimes things are strange, but frankly, sometimes "queer" would just work better!
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