The text for this song is derived from the English nursery rhyme “Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor,” which invites young girls to fantasize about what occupation their future husbands might have. As a child, I was told by nursery rhymes, by songs, by books, by stories, by the radio, by friends, and by society that my worth in life would be measured by the worth of my future husband. This message pours a foundation of endlessly conditioned heternormativity so deep within us that even the most liberal and queer among us hold shame in a death grip close to our heart. It is that shame that brought some gay people to oppose same-sex marriage. It is that shame that kept me from finding my true self for 24 years of life. It is that shame that keeps me from imagining my own wedding day. It is that shame that perpetually haunts me with doubt, and makes me wonder, who am I to say who I should marry? Millions have been robbed of their agency, truth, and self-worth, and it is a long road to reclaim it.