"queerly" is a correct and usable word in written English
It can generally be used as an adverb in the sense of "unusual" or "strangely". For example, "She stared queerly at the painting, unsure why it suddenly seemed so familiar to her".
The figures in Mannerist works frequently have graceful but queerly elongated limbs, small heads, and stylized facial features, while their poses seem difficult or contrived.
They're going to the wrong lengths for a laugh about sexuality I love Louie Spence, the queerly leering hero of the recent reality TV hit Pineapple Dance Studios.
And there, seated on the rolled-and-pleated, overstuffed Victorian leather settee, looking for all the world like the Caldwells' gardener asked in to review next season's perennial-planning strategies (Did we do the jonquils right? Is there a reason to keep the wisteria, since it's really not their climate?), there was a man she thought she'd never seen before but queerly felt she knew.
Nelson and Dodge — already happily, queerly domestic — decide to get married when it looks like Prop 8, the California gay-marriage ban, might actually pass.
Case A: Stockbroker who began to act queerly, buying red business suit, et. Diagnoisis revealed that he lived next door to fire station.
Even so, Solomon is queerly present throughout the novel, suffering the indignity of an attempted exorcism, being forced to his knees in Padua to perform a miracle and refusing to trample a child who had run out in front of him in Vienna, instead raising her into the air with his trunk.
His genius is of a peculiarly English type – provincial in the best sense, rooted in a particular place, queerly innocent, mystical and yet in love with what's before his eyes, over-sexed and yet somehow chaste, art-religious.
To think, read or act queerly is to think across boundaries, beyond what is deemed to be normal, to jump at the possibilities opened up by celebrating marginality, which in itself serves to destabilise the mainstream.
"Get changed at once," Maxim said darkly and queerly as I made my entrance.
Unaccountably, one finds here and there the traces of some more pretentious building square stones and sections of column that must once have been the parts of a portico or colonnade, and two queerly placed bases of columns set close together in the ground, as if they had been stands for something.
The conflicts Perrotta invents here feel both instantly recognizable and queerly portentous, calling to mind dystopic science fictions from "Body Snatchers," to Ira Levin's "Stepford Wives," to Ray Bradbury's "Martian Chronicles".
