I’ve been thinking of “queer” as a word chosen by a society in transition. It feels like a transitional term. Not to represent transition, but a word in context of a culture that is, itself, transitioning.
I’ve been playing with “queer” as a way to say: I identify singularly, intrinsically. Not accomplishing my definition via contrast against a norm (or against you), but defining my definition as being wholly independent of the idea of a norm.
I am queer, and by this I mean that my self-definition is in a different realm than the one in which norms are defined and debated.
I am queer, and by this I mean that my essence—larger than any one realm—protrudes into the realm of norms, and so I may happen to resemble a norm on any given day. But the truth of who and what I am runs deeper, does not have any need to respect the gravity of this place. My identity is weightless, and that does not mean that it floats—it is not made of mass, and so the question of weight is absurd.
I’ve been working with the idea that this ☝️ is essentially true of us all, true of the essence we each carry, or which carries us each. With this way of thinking, it is possibly only a matter of time (or of a perspective on time) until our interactions begin with the assumption of singular, intrinsic identity. We will (I think, I feel) see each other ineffably, and work with each other categorically. (Categorically, in contrast to working with each other indirectly: we will not begin with assumption and representation and what-it-looks-like-I’m-compatible-with-based-on-my-presentation; we will just ask, “what do we each want today?”)
In this way, this very specific way, “queer” is only useful in signifying that we know ourselves better, until such a time that we all do. “Queer”, as we run up the colors of self-hood, not a rejection of the norm but a transcendence its very possibility.