Yoli here,
By now you all know that I'm a bisexual female. One friend has labeled me "That Ten-Speed Bisexual"

'cause I'm, well, pretty animated when the "Game is ON!"
Anywayyyyy...My sexuality is most certainly NOT a "fashion statement". It is simply who I am. Admittedly, if I weren't so "exclusive" to the two males in my life, one a eunuch and one most assuredly NOT a eunuch, and thus had more frequent sexual opportunities with men, most of my fun 'n games would be with men rather than other females. In a sense, when my sexual appetite must be appeased, it's "any port in a storm". Well, there are more female "ports" acceptable to me than male, since neither Barry T. Eunuch nor BigGuy live in San Antonio and I have sex with them only when we can be together.
Even then, I never, ever, make love with BigGuy without Mrs. BigGuy (WOBG) being a full participant. Given that distinction, the only totally heterosexual activity in which I engage is with a eunuch...and HE's bisexual...go figure:-\
Do I advertise my sexuality? Well, not so overtly as do some people. I don't carry signs demanding special privileges for bisexuals. I DO have a T-shirt that proclaims "Kiss Me! I'm Bi!" but I rarely wear it, and then only in appropriate settings.
It's quite possible that had my seduction by a female college roommate never taken place I might not yet have had sex with another female during my 30-ish years. Well, it DID take place and I liked it. Did I seek it? No. Am I at peace with it? You betcha!
I believe that most of us do, somehow, send signals as to what we are, but most of us don't even realize we are doing so and make no overt effort in that area. For my part, I admit that I must send off some sort of signal that I like sex with other females, even in high heels and the little black dress. Well, I've certainly been well-served by that, so no complaints.
The downside to advertising, even subliminally, is that some that respond and approach me are not the feminine type. I've been approached by the masculine-type lesbians and, apart from occasionally intelligent conversation, is not something I welcome. If the other female isn't wearing the little black dress too, forget it! I have no interest in, and in fact am repelled by, the prospect of being pawed and slobbered on by some creature with a buzz cut, wearing a man's deodorant and cologne, who wants to be a man, owns a dozen "Snap-On" penises, doesn't shave her pits and legs, and is riding a Harley.
And on I ramble...surprise, surprise...
If I weren't so bonded to BigGuy(with spouse) and Barry T. Eunuch for my male-involved adventures I'd maybe want a little "team" of sexual partners consisting of three intact males, two eunuchs, and two special ladies. Of course, I'd mix 'n match on occasion! Dream on, Yoli!
With Liberty and Multiple Orgasms For ALL!
Yoli
Yep! Still crazy after all these years.
PS: Did I answer the question?