To my dear brother,
I call you dumb (with great love!) and it’s natural for us to feel like cutting each other’s throats; maybe we get an urge to really do it.
But we don’t.
Maybe the others around you throw cancerous comments about objectifying people and shoving them into stereotypes, and maybe you’ve been asked to join.
But you don’t.
Now when they tell me that your heart is wrong, that “you’re confused but don’t worry you are a normal straight boy”, and they tell me to help you stop
I won’t.
Maybe being bi-curious will lead you to staying, maybe you will feel like you play for only one team. Maybe it will end up as an experience, or last a lifetime.
Maybe people will call it wrong.
I won’t.
I may guide you so you have someone beside you, but pushing you to be ‘this’ or ‘that’?
I won’t.
To my dear brother, happy pride month. I’ll always be here for you.