The word “queer” is interesting to me. I don’t think there’s a single person who isn’t aware that the word used to have a negative connotation, that it was an insult.
More recently, though, it’s been “reclaimed.” It’s come to be an umbrella term, covering those who don’t feel like they fit into the “standard categories.”
That being said, I don’t really care for it. I guess I’m caught up in the past, that I can’t get over what the word used to mean.
So, for that reason, I don’t tend to use it. I really would fit into the “genderqueer” category, but I can’t help but dislike it. I guess the concept of calling my gender “weird” bothers me. After all, I don’t think it’s weird. It’s just part of me, part of who I am. To be honest, I’m not completely bothered that I don’t have a word to describe my gender.
So, queer. Use it if you like, I’m not going to tell you that I don’t think you should. In fact, I commend you if you can. I think it shows strength, to be able to say that while the word used to be a slur, that now you can use it for good.