The Queen

The Queen is the most feared of the high school queers. The queen came out early and knows what they want. Though seldom attractive or holding any qualities seen as redeeming outside of whatever clique happens to adopt them, The Queen is better then you, and given the opportunity-will tell you why. The Queen has seven senses. Sight, Sound, Sent, Taste, Touch, Gaydar and Weakness. Weakness is a sense unique to The Queen. Within a fraction of a second The Queen knows at least one of your flaws, they will then pick away at it, chiseling down to insecurity. By the time you’ve built up enough strength to retaliate, in a fit of rage you’ll most likely point out that they’re gay. This ends one of two ways. They will begin to scream and tear into you in a way best described as “big tranny mess up in hur” picking away at previously mentioned flaws and without a doubt making up some. If they deny this, the line “I’m gay? Bitch-you gay,” will be used, then screaming, tearing into you in a way best described as a “big tranny mess up in hur,” picking away at your flaws, making up a few and conjecturing that they have slept with some female relative of yours.