5/6/2021 It took me twenty years to stop hating myself for being this way, to stop looking in a mirror and hearing queer, abnormal, freak in the back of my head. I will never let anyone call me that word againRead Now I hate how the word queer has become the label that everyone's expected to be happy with. I hate going to my classes and having to talk about queer representation and the queer community and queer rights and queer, queer, queer. They say it's a reclamation but I don't want to reclaim it.
When I hear the word queer, I'm not empowered. I'm sixteen years old, trying to come to terms with myself in the middle of small town America. I'm fourteen years old, trying to act like I'm not listening while adults I trust laugh about people like me. I'm twelve years old, reading about Matthew Shepard and barely resisting the urge to vomit. I'm ten years old, knuckles white as I kneel in a church pew and pray to God to make it all go away. I'm not queer. I'm a lesbian. It took me twenty years to stop hating myself for being this way, to stop looking in a mirror and hearing queer, abnormal, freak in the back of my head. I will never let anyone call me that word again. Comments are closed.
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