The only person I knew who called himself a queer was morbidly obese. He would try to linger around the university campus and popular student gathering places despite graduating a long time ago and he had a reputation for being a creep towards men. There were actual warnings about him.
My great grandfather fought in One so I wound up caring more about One than Two. Poor guy looked dead in the eyes when the war ended. I loved learning about pre-WWI times like Edwardian and Victorian. The people back then were extremely handsome