As I hold her hand and walk down the street, they stare and call out, "Dykes."

As I eat my lunch and holds hands with him, a family sends their 7 year old to give us a note that they are praying for our souls.

As I tell them who she really is, I can see their smiles become strained.

When I give them a hug, I feel how they stiffen.

When I kiss you good bye, I know they are shaking their heads.

When they ask who else shares this ring, I should be able to say your name without fear.

They call us perverted, but they are the ones who focus on our love life.

They say we ruin family values, when they are divorcing and remarrying many times over.

They ask us how we can do this to our families, our lives, our children, and I can only reply,

"You told us you loved us, yet now you act as if we have a disease.  You ask how we can bring ourselves into a world of bullying and ask our partners to be as out as we are if they aren't.  How we can let our children be teased because of who their parents are.  Well, good sirs and madams, I'll tell you this.  At the end of the day, you've left us alone and suffering.  We bring ourselves out, because we shouldn't have to stay in.  At the end of the day, we aren't the ones not loving our children.  We are not rude to you when you kiss your wife or husband.  We accept that you love them, and that's all that matters.  Why can't you see past that?  When it all comes down to the bottom of the barrel, our behavior is not what needs to be changed.  It's yours."