I am in a relationship with a wonderful woman who is not only okay with the fact that I'm bisexual, she thinks it's pretty hot, and is occasionally annoyed with me for not having found a boyfriend, yet. I haven't found a boyfriend yet because sex isn't the point, and too many of the guys who are looking for other guys (especially those whose OKCupid profiles identify them as "straight", alas) don't get that point.
In spite of starting this essay the way I did, those are just the labels, they're not me. They're useful mainly in the repulsion of people I'd probably find repulsive, anyway. My labels do not define me, any more than yours, however much you like them, define you. People are too complex for that. It would be as accurate to say the fact that I'm a fairly average amateur violinist defines me as a person as it would be to say the fact that I'm bisexual or poly defines me as a person; the difference is that the latter is offensive to some people, so they want to make more of it than I would, whereas the former only matters to the people I inflict my sadly lacking musical skills upon.
I am curious, yellow, and blue