Peak Bisexuality is standing outside of the bar where the Bisexual Resource Center is having an event having a panic attack because you don’t belong here, you’re not bisexual enough
Peak Bisexuality is introducing your lesbian friends to the Ghengis Khan music video and having to point out the codpiece to them.
Peak Bisexuality is lying on a bed in a psych ward next to a girl two years and a world of experience younger than you never touching never indicating for a second anything inappropriate and the nurse comes in to separate you two and you can feel the electricity so badly you start writing poetry disguised as tarot card interpretations and you never see her again
Peak Bisexuality is coming out on Facebook and your cousins saying “yeah well you’re married so it doesn’t really matter.”
Peak Bisexuality is fucking a girl so incompetently she dumps you the next day
Peak Bisexuality is volunteering for a candidate because her campaign manager is unbearably hot and funny and maybe maybe she and her husband have an arrangement and you’ll be cool about it it’s fine to just look and nurse a little crush as long as you’re not making it their problem
Peak Bisexuality is defending a candidate because she really is the most competent you’ve ever seen but also her husband is stupid cute and outgoing and maybe they have an arrangement you’ll be cool about it it’s fine to nurse a little crush as long as you’re not making it their problem
Peak Bisexuality is lying in the bed of lesbians
Watching sapphic sex scenes with lesbians
Getting tied up and gagged by lesbians
And never getting in their pants
Peak Bisexuality is looking through your catalog and only finding one queer poem in the lot
Peak Bisexuality is not writing more about being queer
Because you’re not queer enough
Peak Bisexuality is your husband saying “no” when asked whether your joint
venture has any queer people in it “no, they didn’t mean queer like that…”
Peak Bisexuality is “let’s keep the stage for LGBTQ people” in the group chat
Like there’s only one queer person in the group chat
Like you haven’t been out in the group chat
Like you haven’t been slamming the door open over and over and over until your
elbows and palms are bleeding
This gate ain’t gonna keep itself!
It could, though
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