“Robbery. Trespassing. Tax evasion. For these crimes and many
others perpetrated against the good and honest people of Beacon Hills as an
accomplice of the so-called Robin Hood, you, Derek Hale, are hereby sentenced to
hang.” Sheriff Harris’s attempt at solemnity was marred by his undisguised glee
at the prospect. Derek glowered stoically over the silent crowd.
Another voice rang out. “He’s already hung!”
Derek’s aching shoulders sagged in relief. “Release me so I
can high-five my husband,” he said. “He might let you live.”
A bowstring sang, and Harris leapt back from a red-fletched
arrow.
The year after that he wears a pink shirt, purple belt, and blue pants and greets everyone with “Happy Bi Visibility Day!”
The year after that he dresses in entirely in highlighter yellow with black block letters printed on his shirt, and probably also the ass of his pants, that say “I’M BI!” and hands out Bi Visibility Day greeting cards that he’s made himself.
Everyone’s worried about what’s coming next.
Meanwhile, every bisexual in Beacon County can’t wait for their icon to outdo himself yet again
Stiles takes his responsibility as County Bicon™ very seriously.
He takes suggestions, studies then possibilities, and ends up in a bi pride flag cape, with the words “I’m Super Bi” stitched on to it. Another year he gets tiny hymn books printed with the lyrics to “Gettin’ Bi” from Crazy Ex Girlfriend. The year after that he just dresses up like Freddie Mercury.
Our world is not more transparent now, it’s more opaque! It’s in the shadows. That’s where we must do battle. So before you declare us irrelevant, ask yourselves, how safe do you feel?
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