Template:Featured Articles/27-2017

Moment of Awesome - Xavin Majesdane : Needing some alcoholic therapy after the start of community college, Xavin seeks out Quentin Quire for booze, company and maybe a bit more. "Second day of college, dude. Well, community college. I had a drink with the queer students' alliance after meeting the wanna be frat bros because like, Westchester Community is totes full of rich dudes with tiny dicks. Only, you know, it isn't, so mostly they just shout at people and pretend like they're in a real frat house." Quentin nearly spilled his drink, he was laughing so hard. "Frat bros at community college?" he repeated disbelievingly. "Wow. The millennial education slump is real. How was the 'queer students' alliance'? Christ, I hate that word." "Well, they want to be. But it's three guys. So..." Xavin shrugged. "You might hate it but... what am I? I'm not gay - I like both. I'm not ... I don't... I'm not a guy or a girl, so I don't know what other word I'm s'posed to use." Drink finished, Xavin set the glass down and said, slightly bittlerly, "except for faaabulous." The bottles of gin and tonic water hopped off the kitchenette counter and skipped over to the living area, jauntily settling themselves on the coffee table so they were in easy reach for more refills. "'Queer' is so fucking academic and sanitized," the telepath explained, gently rubbing his temples to alleviate the ache of so much gentle and intricate telekinesis. "It's been scrubbed of any sort of subversive meaning. That's what happens when you reclaim a word and let people who don't belong to it freely use it. Know what I mean?" "No. I don't want to be subversive. I had a good family before I found out that I was a mutant and started living like this." One hand gestured at their body. "And yes, I can present as guy today and a girl tomorrow or just ~neither~ and it's amazing because I actually feel comfortable for the first time ever but I'm not dressed femme to screw with wannabe frat bros ideas about the gender binary or whatever. I just want to meet cute people and maybe kiss them a bit." For once in his life, Quentin actually listened. He had his own forays into how he presented himself, but he knew he was a man; that label held steadfast. Until now, he had not considered the implications of literally changing one's body on a whim, and how other people would view that. He ran a hand through his hair — artificially transformed into appearing different, alien — and nodded. "For what it's worth, I think you look hot." "You think?" Xavin gave him a wary smile, burned by a year under effective mansion house arrest because green didn't play well outside and said, quietly, daring, "You are, too."