Queer Romane & Geschichten

I smiled as I touched the door. "Uhmm. Do you like it, huh?" "Hmm ... Yes hubby!" I couldn't help but resent what I heard. I'm really still here to watch live, ah? What position? Dog style? Missionary? 69? Wheelbarrow? Not sure, I really don't know anything about those positions! "Hmm ... h-hubby! Ah! Yes!" My eyes rolled again in the air. This witch is very noisy. Is it her first time? My god! It's so annoying.

“So, what is he?” Georgia’s voice jolted her from her musings as she stared into the fire and her eyes snapped to hers with a raised brow. Her mug of hot chocolate abandoned on the coffee table still half full. Georgia was full of questions and curiosity but had kept it reserved for her sake as she listened to her story. “The boy?” She questioned further. “Isn’t it obvious?” Adelaide questioned her back with a frown. “He’s a High Alpha.”

“Lucas and his friend Andre run a support group for the LGBTQ and plus...” Doctor Brown nodded as she listens and I can see she was curious, “Does that also mean everyone in the group is queer or has another way to define themselves?” She asked. “Yes. They were welcoming and had this energy around them... That’s what made them different.” I answered her. “I haven’t hung out with other people that are like me…” “Gay?”

, I asked. A small smirk crawled on his face. "Actually I have a better idea, just drive". It looked mischievous but also looked like I was going to love it. I followed his direction and we pulled up in front of a very popular Queer club. "Club Eden?", I asked. "Yes". "This place is for Lesbians, you know that right?". "They have a gay spot now", he said getting out of the car. "And how do you know that?", I asked getting out of the car.

Why are we talking about hemorrhoids and for godsakes poop in front of the food? "Oh yes. That's true."Parker agreed. "Honey do you want me to check your bumbum?" Mommy hilariously offered Gabriel. Gabriel shrug his shoulders and shamelessly said. "If you want to mommy." "Love what the heck?" Daddy shouts. Mommy pats daddy's shoulder. "Don't worry Gideon, I can do this. I even know what's a prostate is so I know what I am doing. I am practically a professional." Mommy bragged.

"We're not, won't, don't want to." "Believe me he does. Blind, asexual and gay men want to do you. Hell, why stop there? Not many people could encounter you and not want you," Aaron scoffed, sighing as he made a conscious effort to keep her at an arm's length.

On the quiet streets in Kyoto, the warm breeze blew every corner of it giving the passerby a soothing peace of solitude, there was also a bank by the side of the main street there. A dirty hair brunet walks like a drunk carelessly on the field. The whole day has been boring to him so he thought of doing some action or getting chased by police officers which he later kills, he always takes it as fun to kill at his leisure time.

I look at her in disgust at what she has said. — Waste, why? — Two handsome gay men? That's absurd! — answers Khanya who stares at Will in front of him. Before I can answer, Will stands up, and says something that leaves everyone quiet. — Look, there is no waste in being gay, or any letter of the acronym LGBTQIA+. What's wasteful is the comments from people as young as you are, and with this idiotic, backward, and shitty thinking! — Will says, stands up, and looks at me. — Let's go, Nate, I've had enough of this!

Queer people. The words stayed there longer than anything else he said. I didn’t speak. I just stood there, staring at him, like if I looked long enough I could force it to make sense. “Leave me alone you fucking bastards. I don't even know what make you think it's okay to kiss your own gender and walk around doing this shit.”

He shrieks in surprise. “Queen is also used as either a slur or fun word among gay men, depending on who uses it and how. Language is always evolving, and the meaning behind words is always changing because people constantly change the intent of those words. Look at the word ‘girl’. Centuries ago that word didn’t mean a female child, it simply meant a child or young person in general and had absolutely nothing to do with gender at all. All children were little girls. Words used decades or centuries ago don’t hold the same meaning as they do now.” “So, you wish to repurpose the word?” He asks curiously.