indigo girls said it perfectly...after tonight you don't necessarily doubt yourself or who you love you just doubt the world around you and how they may view you.  it's  easy to say that you wouldn't care in the case that somebody "hated" who you were, but it demonstrates that we don't completely have all the power and respect as human beings that we want.  i've lived a very monsterous childhood due to the fact that i was gay and i've learned to deal with it and defend myself by all means necessary.  but i wouldn't say that it doesn't strike somewhere in my soul, each time i get stabbed by words.  i'm not one to cry about it, i'm a fighter and a defender and tonight...my girl and i were verbally leading to physically assaulted...i protected her.  it took every thing i had to not unleash the marine.  it was an eye opening experience for her.  that sometimes no matter how proud we are of being strong lesbian women...there will always be people who hate us for it, loathe us and want us dead.  that unfortunatly we don't yet live in a completely zen world of peace and love.  that wearing a lesbian t-shirt can get us killed.  that means, for each lesbian that marches around proudly announcing that they are gay and coming across a gay basher, or possibly a killer that that is one less strong gay lesbian in the world.  i use to believe in flaunting who i was out of pure pride...now, after many years of fighting to not get killed or physically harmed, that flaunting is not necessary.  that lying down in bed with my lady each night, sharing a candle lit dinner with her each night and cuddling on the couch with her and our boys each night is far more fulfilling to me than displaying my sexual orientation to a world of hate and bating them.  would i deny that i am gay?  never.  would i deny that she is my girlfriend...if it meant her being killed for it...yes.  if it meant me being killed for it...not a chance in hell.  the fact that i have the opportunity to meet other gay people a lot easier than in the past and not hiding who i am and who i love is the most amazing feeling in the world.  but i refuse to wear a kick me sign.  i am an extremely proud lesbian and i am extremely proud of every lesbian, gay, transgendered, transsexual person out there, i just fear for us.  we are all deer and it's always hunting season.  yeah, there are a lot of people out there that will love and support us as we are, but there will always be those with rifles as well.  i choose life.  i choose to live each day so i can come home to my wife and children and not put them in danger because i paint myself with rainbow paint each day.  i don't want to shove anything in anybody's face, unless they ask.  i am a butch lesbian, tall, strong, shaved head, very masculine and it's no doubt when you look at me that i'm either a boy or a lesbian.  but the people that want to know my sexual orientation if they are unclear, ask.  i'm not about to scream it at the top of my lungs and force it upon people out of respect.  if a straight person went around screaming that they were straight we would all find it abit weird.  love...love is all we need to scream.  love of people, love of everybody, love of the world despite and inspite of their flaws.  i know where my pride lies...in between my lady's legs. 

I thought the time was passed when I could find beauty in the birds (gay marriages)
I set the stage and the scenery rehearsing every word (vows)
But when I tried to make it more it was always less(the more we rant, the more hatred we cause)
And it's a thin line between pleasing yourself and pleasing somebody else(there will always be someone that hates us)
With my confidence on fire i set to fixin' up my roles(i feel stronger about expressing who i am)
My separation of desires  just left me deeper down in the hole(expression created hate)
When I tried to make it more it was always less (we push being "dykes" , we get bashed, we express love, we get equality)
And there's a thin line between pleasing yourself and pleasing somebody else
And when I tried to make it more it was always less
It's a thin line between pleasing yourself and pleasing somebody else
now I'm trying to get back to what I know that I should be(a strong proud lesbian, depite hatred)
Hoping to God that It was just a temporary absentee(hoping that the harshness was just a tep. slip of the tongue on their part)
when I tried to make it more it was always less
And it's a thin line between pleasing yourself and pleasing somebody else
When I tried to make it more it was always less (I'd try to make it more it was less)
And it's a thin line between pleasing yourself and pleasing somebody else