Being cis-gender homosexual male in a strictly transitional world

Dear Karen,

I hope not to dispell my integrity by plainly stating I've made enemies and doubtfully know them.
I care less even for you as you walk by telling me everyone in town knows I'm gay. You're just some random guy who is going to be a forgotten memory.
More or less, I hope you grow up.

Here's a riddle to think over.

If a man and a woman love each other and I'm a third wheel, that same woman is now a man and that man is now a woman. And I'm still pondering on being a homosexual or bisexual.
Before, and this is where it gets boring but keep reading.
That woman has a brother who is now a woman, and a sister in law who is a man. Well this is important, why would you read this? It makes no sense unless it was based on a true story, which a possibility. Let's be real here. Or maybe you're reading this to argue?
A deep riddle indeed.

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