#look i'm just saying hes lgbt. yes. the whole acronym.

[summerstrash]

someday I want marvel editorial to let quentin quire out of the closet because I think it would be extremely funny to have him just kind of go "you thought I was straight this whole time???" at someone, because, like, out of all of the currently "straight" male x-men characters, quentin is like, rachel levels of glass closet.

examples:

inspired to radicalism by the hate crime death of a fashion designer in conjunction with an identity-destabilizing revelation about himself.

has maintained a pink undercut/mohawk since 2003 and gives off exactly the same energy as the most insufferable white queer radical teen/20-something you know.

his legal human name is quintavius quirinius quire. you cannot tell me he didn't name himself that after transitioning at like, age 8, during a roman empire phase.

the only human male psychic we've seen as a destined, legitimate Phoenix vessel — a story role typically played by presumed-cis women from a specific bloodline

owned a speedo that put a radioactivity symbol over his junk

kept a reservoir dogs (the most homosexual tarantino movie) poster in his dorm room at the jgs

served as the first and only boy to ever hold the role of "wolverine's dykey teen protégé" (previous girls in the role include kate, jubilee, movies!rogue, and laura)

The now-defunct official JGS Twitter accounts included a tweet stating that Quentin tried out for the school cheer team in a skirt.

the sexy Phoenix nuns were intentionally not all girls, Jason Latour said that to my face with his human mouth.

his version of a Dark Phoenix Saga ("Tomorrow Never Learns") explored his relationships with evan and idie in ways that likened evan to new-mutant-rev!scott and clearly paralleled logan and idie, which, like [gestures]

When Evan and Idie take Teen Bobby to his first gay bar, Idie chalks up her confidence in the space to having dated Quentin.

Percy had him literally trying on bodies during a period where he was trying to find himself after a straight breakup, including female bodies.

the script for X-Men/Fantastic Four #1 included a reference to Quentin hanging out with Akihiro (notable undercut/Mohawk bisexual adoptee with wolverine-related Daddy issues) in the background

Like, I wouldn't be surprised if people at Marvel literally have forgotten he's not canonically explicitly queer yet. The vibes are just so powerful.

[johnpeelsession]

Pretty long story-rant I found in my google docs from 2021 when I was planning to make a zine. This particular story would be about the isolation I felt as a lesbian and my experience in my cites only lgbt group.

"Hello I'm Rose (Side note: I no longer go by that name but this doc was typed when I still did.) and I'm a lesbian!"

It felt like everyone was waiting for me to say something more, to mirco label myself til every little thing about me is stored in a box. I'd say my name and if asked my pronouns but because I only take up one letter of the acronym I felt the room start to get tense and awkward and I didn't know why.

" I don't think they like us very much." [NAME REDACTED] tells me, he was the only other gay in the group with me. We were in the back of his uncles car, he had picked us up after group and we were on our way out to a Chinese buffet dinner.

"They barely know us, its only our fourth night." I gave them the benefit of the doubt, of course a group of teenagers would be shy. In our city if you were out to one person the whole neighborhood knew by the next hour and you were left to fend for yourself against the very heteronormative world of Pennsylvania.

"Yeah but we haven't learned a thing about gay men and lesbians....like us."

He was right. The four nights we were in the club meetings they talked about drag queens and nonbinary identities, nothing about us. I shrugged in response "We'll just have to wait and see." I had hope, this was the only lgbt group in our city for teenagers where alcohol and smoking was STRICTLY prohibited, they even kicked my one of my other friends out for smoking a vape pen.

So me and [NAME REDACTED] waited. We talked, tried to learn about sexuality and gender identities we never heard of, we asked earnest questions, and enjoyed the snacks. Besides the occasional glares and awkward silences after I'd make a lesbian joke I did make a few friends and even developed a two week long crush. There's no denying we had a good gaggle, we understood parts of eachother and often hung out outside the club.

But we still waited. I waited especially, for another lesbian. No, a bisexual girl wouldn't cut it. No, the asexual girl with a shaved head didn't either, I needed to see another lesbian. In my mind I thought "If I just stay longer maybe a butch will walk in." Or "Maybe tonight will be the night I'll meet another lesbian." Every Thursday night after school I'd race home, change, and in my own agnostic way, pray to see another lesbian.

-

That day never came. The autumn leaves fell off their branches, we had a Halloween theme party where I dressed as a vampire, me and my friend would be juniors in high school. We fizzled out eventually, agreeing this wasn't the place for us and vowing to never return, even if that met ruining our chances of meeting gays like us. We left confused, wondering why our own community seemed to dislike us.

One morning my mom came downstairs to me in half sadness and half shock. My mom, a self described fag hag who had to be her gay friends beards in the 80s told me while she was downtown yesterday she had found a booth promting a lgbt group in the city. She walked excitedly towards it, hoping to find the solution to my lesbian blues. "My daughter feels like shes the only lesbian in all of Pennsylvania."

"Do you mean Rose?" The married to a man bisexual group leader asked. She had identified me due to my complaints and dramatics, my half joke half truths. "Yes!" my mother replied. Unknowingly she had stumbled upon the same group me and my gay friend had just left days prior.

"We really only cater to trans people." My mom quoted shortly, I felt her eyes on me.

i sighed hearing that. Not out of relief or suprise but out of understanding, finally, of why me and [REDACTED NAME] were treated as if we had forced ourselves into already claimed land. I looked up to my mom, tears in her eyes. "I'm so confused." My mom began. "Aren't you all supposed to be together, supporting eachother?" I felt my heart break. My mom saw my aunt (her sister) go through being a lesbian in the 60s, coming out as a lesbian ( a BUTCH lesbian) in those times was like social suicide. She lost numerous jobs, got beat up, thrown out of places, and lost friends. "You're telling me they didn't let you in?"

I shook my head "No they did...but they didn't seem to like me or [NAME REDACTED]." Because in truth, they marketed the group as for the entire LGBT community, they had different pride flags on the wall for gods sake, what do you mean you only cater towards one single group.

I'm not against support groups for transgender people, they deserve support and their spaces like us gays and lesbians do but what was the point of saying "Everyone is welcome!" when in truth, they aren't? Why not be honest? Why ostracize us?

Maybe me and my gay guy friend were too cis, too unhip with the younger members, too unabashedly gay but I slowly stopped seeing flyers for the group after we left, as if the two only gays were keeping it up entirely. I often think of the good times I had and wonder how the other members are, at the very least I had something to look forward to after school and there was always dr peppers in the mini fridge.