This Is Why They Hate Us

by Aaron H. Aceves

They say you need to love yourself before you can love someone else, but I feel like I need confirmation sometimes, that I’m someone to love. I want a person to demonstrate that it’s possible to love me, no matter what. And those three words are so important: no matter what. I want someone to love me unconditionally. I want to be certain that nothing I could ever do would make them stop.

“This summer I’ve been realizing that even the most important people in my life don’t know me completely. I’ve kept different parts of myself hidden from them and offered up a version of me that I thought they’d like, that they would feel comfortable with. And lately, that’s become utterly exhausting. Because I’m tired of people loving pieces of me. I want them to see me, in full, and celebrate me for who I am.”

We bisexuals are, after all, mythical creatures.

“You feel like home. When I’m with you, I’m home. Your chest is where my head belongs, and your arms are where the rest of me belongs.”