I was walking in the forest late at night, and I had the odd feeling that something was following me. Then I saw something big and hairy run up behind me singing Madonna. I started running before it could catch me. My queerwolfdar saved my life that night.
A flaming faggot, the ultimate queermo. A Queernof Ice is such a flamer that being around him is unbearable. His mere presence sickens you. They prefer to wear women's jeans and sometimes pretend to be straight but everyone know's they are queerer then a play.
The loneliness a queer person experiences as a direct result of being queer, often brought on by lack of options, queer-born insecurity, etc.
Evan was deep in queerwoe on Friday night, so much so that he listened to ‘Nobody’ by Mitski thirty-seven times in a row, until he cried himself to sleep.