There was a time I doubted myself
Helped along by your insistance
I cut myself away to pretend for you
I hurt myself just to please you
And to hope that maybe, just maybe
If I tried hard enough I could make it work
If I could just push it enough
I might not have to struggle with this
After all it would be easier if I could be this way
To wear a skirt because "you're a girl"
To paint my face because "its what girls do"
To adorn myself with lace underwear because "you can't deny your womanhood"
I wish I could
I tried so hard to show you I could be that
I tried so hard to show myself I could be that
So desperately I've longed to 'just be' how I am 'meant' to be
But I couldn't
I can't
As bad as things got between us
I will always thank you for showing me this one thing
That I cannot pretend any more
You showed me that I need this
Just as I need oxygen to breathe
Just as I need food to sustain myself
You taught me that I cannot pretend forever
You showed me that this is who I am

I am male.
I am Zane
No one will ever take that from me ever again.
Thank you.

Her.*
Her *smile
Her voice
Her eyes
Her love
Her laugh
Her warmth
Her existence,
My **everything

The term Bisexual
was coined in 1824.
Back in the days,
when Gender meant
what was in your pants,
not in your head.
Don’t try to tell me I am Pan!
Don’t bring me back to the stone ages,
When I tell you who I am.
Why do I say I’m Bi?
People then understand what I am,
Instead of trying to say I **** pans.
Because It feels just right,
Not too uncaring, not too tight.
Because I am bisexual,
And my love is my right.

I prefer not to label myself.
I like to think I'm just a human, no need for any other descriptions.
But considering the occasion - the label my sexuality fits into is bisexual.
I am not ashamed.
I am me.
I love who I love.
I am bisexual.
I am human.

it took me years
for me to face my fears
to realize that it is okay
to be bisexual

it took you a second
to spit out words of blame
now all I hear is,
the ringing of "wrong"
and the beat of "stupid"
a string of sharp knives
come right at my heart

I'm starting to cry
and ask myself why
is it so wrong to be me?

I am bisexual
don't judge me
because there are many
of us out there
more than the eye can see