My Boy Is So Bi 🆕 No Survey

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

"So, you’re saying the spectrum is looking pretty good from where you’re sitting?" I asked. I looked at him—the boy I’d known since