Bisexual Anxiety

I'm worried I'm doing this wrong The other day when you asked me was I just gay Oh, honey, I'd love to be gay Or a straight even I mean, not really I'd love to be anything other than what I am Fluid, ambiguous, subversive If you're being kind Greedy, indecisive, untrustworthy If you're not To occupy the black and white space of monosexuality To tell you what I am and for you to accept me No questions asked But how can you believe me When even Carrie Bradshaw says that Being bi is a stop on the way to Gaytown? And who among us doesn't love gay time? All those questions, how can you be sure? How can you possibly know if you haven't even done anything? As if I need to do things to know As if I need to read those books about putting my hand there And my mouth there And vaguely not using that language Because contrary to popular opinion Not everyone is a he or a she And I'm happy to do it So I don't lie awake, alone, at night With all those what if's But I shouldn't have to do anything for you to accept me But not doing anything feels like a betrayal to no one but myself