Dear Mom and Dad,

I live where Boys love boys And boys love girls And girls love boys And girls love girls And girls love girls and boys And boys love boys and girls And boys that don’t act like boys are anything they want to be And girls who don’t at like girls are whatever they feel in their heart And boys wear pink And girls wear blue And sometimes boys are girls And girls are boys And boys or girls can be boys and girls All mashed up together Into a hot mess of hopes and fears and loves and loss and everything else But no matter who you are Or who you love You’re still a person With a heart the beats a little bit faster for… Whoever And that is beautiful I live where Love is Love With a capital “L” Like in Lesbian But better Where the bodies attached to intertwined fingers Don’t matter At least Not nearly as much as the hearts behind them Where everything in between anything does exist In all its majesty Where I am wherever the hell I am Somewhere lost along the way between gay and straight Always somewhere in the middle But yet never quite anywhere This is the world I live in Come live here with me Love, Your Bisexual daughter That doesn’t need to be fixed Or changed Or helped Or simply lived with until the next phase That just needs her mother and father To love her For just who she is Please?