I looked at him—the boy I’d known since we were both knees and elbows—and realized the tension he’d been carrying for years had finally evaporated.
"They want me to be a finished book," he said, his voice thick. "They want to flip to the last page and see a label. But I’m a series. I’m a whole library. Why is my capacity to love more people seen as a lack of commitment to myself?" My Boy Is So Bi
I watched him go through the "Bisexual Erasure" gauntlet. I saw him date Maya, and heard the whispers that he’d "picked a side." Then I saw him fall for Julian, and heard the same voices say, "See? We knew he was gay all along." I looked at him—the boy I’d known since
As the years passed, Leo stopped explaining. He started wearing his identity like a second skin—not a shield, but a light. He taught me that his bisexuality wasn't about being 50/50; it was about being 100% capable of seeing beauty without the borders of gender. But I’m a series
"Because people are afraid of what they can’t categorize, Leo," I told him. "You’re a glitch in their matrix."