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.
"So, you’re saying the spectrum is looking pretty good from where you’re sitting?" I asked. My Boy Is So Bi
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. As the years passed, Leo stopped explaining