Drawing by Holly Jones
I am tired of your (not-so) implicit requests for proof;
demanding me to explain myself with your
ever-questioning
ever-doubtful
ever-condescending
eyes.
My sexuality is not a university research paper, requiring citations in Chicago Style format;
- Anonymous, “Fell in Love with Best Friend,” Even Though I Knew She was Straight 3, no. 12 (Summer 2015).
- Anonymous, “Countless String of Crushes and Flings,” That You Never Took Seriously 1, 8 (2016).
- Anonymous, Do You Want Me to Tell You About the Women in My Bed?, (Canberra: It Didn’t Seem Appropriate to Tell My Mother, 2017).
- Anonymous, How Many Times Do I Have to Say I’m Bi?, (Canberra: You Will Never Believe Me Unless I Marry a Woman, 2018).
You do not deserve my justification.
I should not have to spread the history
between my legs
like a journal publication
for you to agree with me.
You are not my validation.
