You look like a lesbian artist fairy.
If that’s being queer, then we could do with a bit more queerness in these parts.
It was paper, as he had once joked to Amos, that he was really queer for.
All monsters are queers. Who is able to bring the dead back to life? God and the Devil. The Devil makes dead men into monsters: immortal, immoral-and queer.
If it weren’t for the unconventionality of my desires, my mind might never have been forced to reckon with my body.
You could cut…all that out.”
“You mean the men. Perhaps I could. I’m quite sure I could. But you see, Joe, I don’t want to. What you call unnatural is the very essence of my nature.
As a lesbian I have no face, my own people disclaim me; but I am all races because there is the queer of me in all races.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us
is a part of ourselves. We must die to one life before we can enter another
Self pity becomes your oxygen. But you learned to breathe it without a gasp. So, nobody even notices you’re hurting.
Glitter family is my long-time favourite term for this: the people who those of us pushed to society’s margins (and beyond) make our cohort. Glitter is known to be shiny and unruly, easy to get and hard to be rid of. I love the drag connotations and the femme visibility of it, as well as its unmistakably queer sensibility-look only as far as glitter-bombing for proof that nothing is as thoroughly and satisfyingly queer as glitter.