I was a young bisexual woman in the mid 90's, and there were serious discussions via zines and Usenet and in LGBT spaces about whether or not the word "queer" could be reclaimed and if it should be. I was very against "queer" back in the day because it had never been anything but a word to hurt me. Thirty years on I now use queer happily, and one of my primary takeaways from living through that time is that words don't matter as much as solidarity. Go ahead and spend three hours on Tumblr debating whether or not people inside our community should use specific words, but if someone from outside the LGBTQIA+ community comes for any of us, we must link arms and defend each other so we can go back to arguing semiotics later. Don't accept people dropping out of the block because they got theirs (looking at you, gay Republicans), keep solidarity for as long as it takes for all of us to be safe.