Happy bisexual visibility day! It’s wonderful to have a day where we can feel represented and seen in the public eye!! I mean, not in a literal sense, of course, that would be catastrophic. Good thing there haven’t been any eclipses…oh no.
We ignored the signs. The visibility, that’s not a metaphor, is it? Oh god, we’re visible today? The spectrums lined up and we didn’t even notice! No, no, I wasn’t fully prepared. There was so much more I should have done! Nothing is in place yet!
Oh, the eyes! The swollen blinking in the writhing space between minutes. I think it can see me again, I think it found me. I don’t have much time.
Listen, if you’re bisexual and you feel a tingle on the back of your neck, or a breeze where no air should move, or a strange humming sensation at the bottom of your lungs when you breathe, then whatever you do, don’t. Turn. Around.
No, stop. Don’t reach for the light. Don’t get out of bed. Don’t slip your feet under the covers. Don’t move. Don’t look at the walls!
If you’ve seen the great, red eyes appearing through the cracks, then it’s too late for you. I’m so sorry. So, so sorry.
Oh, the humming has started. I should have known. I never should have forgotten what was waiting.
Please, if you are bisexual and currently safe, if you have not seen the reaching fingers of the unknown prying their way through the gap beneath your door, then sit still until the visibility passes. I promise, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Just, don’t look behind you, don’t move, and above all else, whatever you do, don’t