![]() “Queer” is by now so amicable, it would make lousy ammo for a sniper. Even partial success means there is one less insult in our vocabulary (at least until someone invents a new one, see below). But directed at one woman, the word still trails its old sense: snarling meanness, and before that, a dog crazed with lust.Ĭan you ever fully reclaim a word? Some activists and social theorists say is dangerous even to try you will weaken your cause. The card relaxes my resistance applied to a group of women, “bitches” creates instant camaraderie, neutralizing all negative connotations. The casual use of “bitch,” with fondness or in teasing, has taken me some getting used to. I buy the card and leave it on the kitchen table for days, reconditioning myself. Her smile falters and her eyes widen, before narrowing into an angry face only seconds into the call.“Namaste, bitches!” calls the blowsy, purple-clad yoga instructor on the greeting card, pulling all the sting from the word. I watch her face as someone on the other line starts speaking in a rushed voice. She pulls out her phone and answers it before looking at the number. Sweet ol' auntie is really giving me a hard time about that one." I scratch my head as Lucy whips around to dig through her backpack. "Not mine, I still have yet to replace the one in the ocean. "Haha, okay, but no need to rush! Let me just-" Lucy's cut off by the sound of a phone ringing. "C'mon Luce, the rest of the gang are waiting for us in the cafeteria." I flash her a wicked smirk, and then smile genuinely. "Natsu, you scared me!" Her brown eyes sparkle, and she squeezes my hand for a second before lacing her fingers with mine. She startles a bit, but laughs when she sees it's me. With the momentum my arms had, I sweep in from behind and grab her left hand with my right. ![]() My arms swing wildly at my sides as I walk silently, until I'm right behind her. When we all release each other, it's like the stress dissipated as well. Maybe it's just me, but I can also feel all the stress and emotions from this vacation pour out and into our hug. We fall into a group hug, with Erza at the center. I don't know how Lucy could be so sure, but she sounds so confident that her words comfort all of us. He really loves you," Lucy says, placing her hand on Erza's back. much more open and willing to speak to officials if I'm close by, apparently." The biggest focus right now are the psych evals, which I think is the main reason they're letting me see him so much. we're working it out, and I want to help him every step. He's got three years, says I'm the only thing keeping him going. "I spent my time with Jellal over break, as much as I could at least. "I missed you! How was your spring break?"Įrza happily returns the hug, and then hugs the rest of us individually. "Erza!" Lucy exclaims, running up to the girl and giving her a big hug. There's only one person I know who could speak with such authoritative grace that these kids would actually respect and listen to! Sure enough, walking up towards us is our red-headed student president. ![]() Honestly." The crowd parts, and slowly disperses. "Could everyone please remember their manners and give them some space? You're students, not a hungry pack of jackals, or paparazzi. I'm still whatever sleazy bachelor they knew before, and Lucy's just some scapegoat for their feelings. The number of girls around me increases, which just reminds me that no matter how much it feels like things have changed between Luce and myself, nothing has changed for these people. She's busy weaving past people who are clamoring to talk to the rest of us, so our eyes don't meet, but I can see the little panic in her face. Startled by the sudden verbal attack, I froze up a little and missed my chance to take Lucy's hand. I honestly couldn't have named most the kids who were talking to us, much less would speak to them so comfortably. People start clamoring my friends and I, talking to us as if we've always spoken. "How was your break?" "You're so tan!" "Did you have fun?" "Did you go swimming?" "I got you a souvenir!" "Check out these pictures I took!" She notices, and moves to take mine, but then the noise begins. I anticipate the gazes before I feel them, and tentatively reach out to hold Lucy's hand. Maybe everyone else's spring break was just unimaginably boring, or they'd been waiting for the day the 'S-class' returned, but the people who were at school clung to us like leeches when we walked through the gates and towards our dorms Sunday morning. We decided to rest up at my place before fully returning to school, which I guess was the right idea. ![]() The boat ride back was nothing special, so returning home would prove to be pretty anti-climactic as well.
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