What if we are all so closeted that we do not allow ourselves to know ourselves?
This may make you balk, but hear me out.
Who among us has not admired a physical attribute of the gender we haven’t habitually spent time in bed with?
Who can deny beauty?
What if we each stepped out from our usual hiding spots, the social roles we were groomed for without our consent?
What if we acted upon our misery and tried something radically different today?
I dreamt that a student of the romance languages asked me if a word was masculine or feminine.
I leaned toward them with a knowing smile and whispered, ‘It is a little known secret that everything is both masculine and feminine.’
Now you know.
In the shower I see
One leg shaved smooth, the other hairy
I finally appear as non-binary on the outside as I feel on the inside
Though I doubt that I will ever feel safe enough to tell anyone outloud
At least in the shower, I stand proud
This is all of me
One of the most potent dreams I have ever had
Was of looking deeply into their enchanting eyes
Accepting the invitation to open their thighs
Like they were my favorite book
I want to savor their scent
Hold their every word in my mouth
Tenderly turn their pages
Until I know them cover to cover
My non-binary lover
I feel bi-curiouser and curiouser
Is it because of my genes that my eyes follow the curves of ladies’ jeans?
Is it because I was molested by my mother that women intrigue me?
Or is it because I suffered so many violations by men when I was younger
That I became a commercial sex worker just to profit from my skills
And now have fear and rage toward Y chromosome carriers,
That I fantasize about women more and more?
Women are beautiful
Visualizing their bodies near me,
I erupt in earth-moving orgasms
I am more bi-curious every day
To the point that bi is no longer a question- is the answer to why being with a man never felt quite right and at night I dream of they and I, the invitation of their thighs
I want to read you cover to cover, my bi-curious lover
Their eyes are bluer than any other.
Our love is pure albeit undercover.
They are not she or he
They are we