He laughed, a light, genuine sound. "It’s not even a spectrum, man. It’s just… everything. My boy is so bi," he whispered to himself, testing the words like a new pair of shoes. "Yeah. That fits." But the world doesn’t always let things fit so easily.
He’s still "my boy"—my best friend, the guy who cries at Pixar movies and builds custom PCs. But now, he’s a version of himself that doesn't hold his breath. He moves through the world with a dual-citizenship of the heart, proving that the most beautiful thing you can be is "both/and" in a world that insists on "either/or." My Boy Is So Bi
"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?" He laughed, a light, genuine sound