you know, sometimes I think I date men
just cause
they're
there.
you don't gotta look for em, go to special bars
wear your
hair
a special
way.

you don't have to set off their radar, send a signal, throw up a flag.
they're always ready to go
if you've got the curves,
girl, you got it in the bag.

To get with them you don't need
visability
you get enough of that just by walking the streets of this city

and it's funny, cause when I do,
I really don't see a thing
but girls going after men,
chasing
them.

and you know, I was at the dyke march
and I swear we filled up
three
whole
blocks.
but where the fuck did y'all go?
there ain't no girls here
who aren't busy sucking
cock.

And I don't wanna be one of em, but I don't wanna be alone
so I gotta make a choice
I can either forget you all, get with them
or I can finally find my voice.

Cause, you know, this closet
ain't big enough for more
and maybe I'm outgrowing it as it is,
but I don't know that I'm ready to open up that door.

and even if I did
would it get any better?
Cause there's always that scene, that clique
who look and say,
girl you don't belong,
we know you like
dick.

and I wanna know
who's the arbitrator of gay enough?
so I don't look the part, I don't play the role
butch, femme
I ain't no stereotype.
I just
am