...I'm eric, 38 years old, live in alaska, polyamorous, married to a fabulous girl, dating an amazing gal, queer, combat veteran, father of four, inked, bearded, combat readjustment therapist, LGBTQ advocate, recovering evangelical, lover of bulldogs, chubby girls, food, "kitchen nightmares", all things wilco, lingerie, pin up couture, tattoos, vintage guitars, classic cars, motorcycles, MF DOOM, talib kweli, mos def, long legs, thick thighs, single malt whiskey, ireland, and your mom. you're welcome.
Your queerness is personal. It belongs to you, existing and residing within the four walls of your person. It does not depend on who you’re fucking, who you’re in a relationship with, who you sleep next to at night.
Your queerness is immeasurable. It exists if you say it does, if you feel it in you. Don’t let any damn person tell you differently. Don’t let people gate-keep or proscribe what queerness it.