theres some queerbaiting thats like cask of amantillado levels of deception where i almost pity the fool who has been caught but then theres queerbaiting thats like a block of cheese under a box propped up by a stick and i think if you fall for that kind you deserved it maybe
was at the lion exhibit at the zoo and a little kid (who is just starting to read independently I assume, for reasons that will be momentarily clear) walked by, looked at the sign for a minute, and then announced, with utmost confidence, “Mom, look! A frickin’ lion!”
