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Being Bisexual Is Not About Love For Me

As the months passed, I was running out of reasons to convince my brain that I was heterosexual. The only straw I was holding on to was that I knew for sure I’d been attracted to boys. I knew I liked them, in the way that the movies told me I was supposed to. But I didn’t know how to tell the difference between really wanting to be friends with a girl and being attracted to her.

Dreams

Min hums again, gentler, sweeter, happier. She pulls the hold on her waist to fit tightly, like a restraint. It grows into an embrace. Tae's arm coils around and up her skin, cold fingers holding her throat, quiet sighs holding her ear, bony hips holding her dear.

Rainbow Love

SHE — taught me love, moreover made me realize my true self more than anybody ever could. She offered me her friendship and I wanted to offer her all my love and we both met in the middle ground like dawn before the night crept in.

Kiss Me Again

My mind has slowed down for the millionth time today The clock ticks slowly. As though it’s not moving at all It’s 8:17 am She pulls my chin towards her and we’re already very much there I dig my fingers inside her hair, long and flowy Rough at the ends dusted with the powder of a newly purchased swim cap All the moaning drowns out these voices in my head

On The Count Of Three

One the count of three, I will ask for your hand for a walk, "You will call me by your name and as I will call you by mine", We will walk by the beach to the sunrise, Sharing a kiss and a moment so divine.

You’re My Cocktail

Jun is not a mystery. She is difficult to be with and she is difficult to be without. She isn't a treasure, but she glitters like gold and shimmers like fairy dust. She isn't smoothed out like her curves, her demands are too many and her expectations too high.

‘Unbelieving’ With Believers

After my sibling and I were diagnosed with the disability, together with our polytheistic family, we climbed auspicious mountains, sat beneath the knees of Gurus, drank an unusual variety of unprocessed fresh milk and underwent a painful therapy where by ‘a miraculously blessed one’ operated on our bare skin with his ‘tactile gift’.

The Becoming

Gehu. Ge hu. Ge hu. Gay hu! Gay hu! Gay hu! That is the story of how I became gay, and, no, I didn't shit my pants when I realised it.

Hug Day

For the word 'hug', I know what it means, I know what its purpose is, I know that it is supposed to provide me with warmth, A shoulder on which i can cry and laugh and talk about weird stuff, A shoulder on which i gently lay my chin.
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