right around when I started college
during a time when
nothing really made sense
and I was looking for a place
to call home.
I know what it is.
It know it’s a word with
skeletons in it’s closet.
A word with a past.
Queer is a word with a body count.
And we took it back.
Because queer was a word they threw
along with their fists
when they wanted it to hurt.
And we smiled back,
bruised knuckles, split lips,
"Come and take it."
Queer loved us
when our fathers looked through us
and talked about grandchildren
we didn’t know if we’d ever be able
Queer loved us when the law
said we didn’t have the right
to love each other.
Queer loved us when the townsfolk
were setting their fires
and sharpening their pitchforks.
I won’t ask for a show of hands.
I know it’s not safe for some of us.
But I’ll extend my hand to you.
I use this word to stand for love
after all the years it was used to hate.
I use it, because it saved me:
a word like heavy rainfall
on a crop dying of thirst.
I made the word queer a part of me
during a time when no other word
seemed to fit right,
and it’s still the warm hearth I come home to,
and if that’s not revolution,
I don’t know what is.
Because to me,
Because if queer can save
that lost little kid
then maybe there’s hope for the ones
who are let down by their parents,
beat up by their peers.
I have to believe that this word can do better.
Because it’s been causing harm for too many years.”
Andrew Sullivan, Homophobia: The fear that another man will treat you like you treat women.
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