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Steve Harrington was the first person to call him a queer.
His parents never said it. His friends, his neighbors—there was never any reason. Jonathan didn't like it. Steve liked queer.
"I'm a queer," Steve told Jonathan, twelve and eleven in the woods all alone. It felt so right and he was the first.
"I'm a freak," Jonathan replied, a broken fairy boy who grabbed onto what he could. It felt right, and it was all he had been.
Steve was the first person to call himself a queer, and for a long time he thought he'd be the last.