ONE OF THE ASPECTS OF LGBT CULTURE I have long adored is its unabashed attempts to constantly create new words to describe niche things. You might be attracted to a twink, an otter, a bear or a quiche. You might be a top or a bottom. Perhaps you’re a Debrah. In the bisexual world alone there are the plethora of spin-off terms: heteroromantic, fluid, pan, queer, Gaviscon.
Yet among all these words there is one term that I have become obsessed with. It is a word I am fascinated and entranced by. A word that, when executed correctly, can come close to perfection. A word that can inspire and teach us. That word is ‘hun’.
Referring to someone as ‘hun’ is one of my life’s great pleasures. I use ‘hun’ on a daily basis. I am obsessed with ‘hun’. It’s become so prolific in my messages that my friends have been forced to adopt it. My pal Matt told me that his phone now autocorrects most words to hun, because of me. When his BT Hub went down, he accidentally sent an email to them, explaining, “I’m having trouble with my internet hun.” I am spreading hun usage far and wide via my social circle, yet there is still little written about the word.