For bi 2.0, I went with less makep than I normally wear, flat black booties, ripped jeans, a black V-neck shirt, and an oversized camo jacket with big flowers on the back. I strutted rather than walked. I listened to music by queer artists. And you know what? It worked. It was much easier to flirt with women and have it register as flirting rather than just being nice. I was still seen as heterosexual by most people, but I looked just alternative enough that some people registered that I might not be. As a lesbian friend commented one day approvingly, I was channeling my big dyke energy.
