Anger

I was born that way.I have had those feelings...those longings... all my life.

She takes a breath, desperately hoping to communicate to her countrymen.

It is not unnatural. I am not sick because I feel this way. I do not need to be helped, and I do not need to be cured. What I do need -- what all of those like me need -- is your understanding and your compassion.

She walks along the line of her accusers.

We do not injure you in any way. And yet we are scorned, andattacked. And all because we are different.

A hush has fallen over the room as everyone listens to her impassioned speech.

What we do is no different from what you do. We talk and laugh...we complain about work and we wonder about growing old... we talk about our families, and we worry about the future...
We cry with each other when things seem hopeless.
All the loving things that you do with each other... that's what we do. And for that, we are called misfits, and deviants...and criminals.

She looks around at her countrymen, head high,unafraid, angry.

What right do you have to punish us? What right do you have to change us? What makes you think you can dictate how people love each other?