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I watched him go through the "Bisexual Erasure" gauntlet. I saw him date Maya, and heard the whispers that he’d "picked a side." Then I saw him fall for Julian, and heard the same voices say, "See? We knew he was gay all along."

"So, you’re saying the spectrum is looking pretty good from where you’re sitting?" I asked.

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

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.

One night, after a particularly exhausting party where someone had called his identity a "phase," Leo sat on my kitchen counter, picking at the label of a beer. I watched him go through the "Bisexual Erasure" gauntlet

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."

For Leo, being a "bi boy" meant living in a constant state of translation. In some circles, he was "too queer"; in others, he was "passing." He had to navigate the girls who thought he was just a "safe" best friend and the guys who thought he was just a pit stop on the way to coming out as fully gay. He looked up, a small smirk returning

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.