There was a time when I was confused about where I like to put my willy. The cure for this was to insert willy fucking everywhere. Now I'm not confused at all, just perpetually chafed.
Luckily, we live in a time when we can be rather open about what we're into. There was a time when being confused about your sexuality meant conform or death sentence. At least conformity is broader now, and death sentences have been reduced to hate-speech.
Long way to go, still, but we're moving forward.
I think I only wonder about my sexuality when I have to decide if I want to eat pizza and then have sex, or have sex and then eat pizza. That's a tough one. I might be pie-sexual.
Short Answer: Nailed it.