They say her gaze turns men to stone.
They do not say she was a victim first.
We do not fear the stone.
The stones they threw became the strength we profess.
Stonewall came before us. Others knew this road.
We walk it still.
Edgar—sweet as any boy you've met.
Catholic. Top of class. Played clarinet.
The mob took him for loving wrong.
The state looked away.
Joanne. Crystal. Billy. Angus.
Exiled for their righteousness.
The road has taken more than we agreed.
Have we the right to stop?
Edgar spits upon the thought.
His name runs through us, row on row.
We are the fort that loss and love create.
Our enemies came easy. Never climbed.
They should fear the stone, not us.
Medusa marches with us now.
Her gaze is ours.
The match head flares.
Smell the sulphur.
Feel the wind.
We are the ones we've waited for.
Begin.