My Boy Is So Bi -

He looked up, a small smirk returning. "A glitch? I like that. I’m the colorful static between the channels."

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. My Boy Is So Bi

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. He looked up, a small smirk returning