I'm still not sure if he picked me because he knew I was gay. (And if he did, then he knew it waaaaaaay before I did!) Sleater-Kinney's "Buy Her Candy" was probably the first love song I heard that was explicitly written to a woman. Sure, there was "Come to My Window," but that's pretty ambiguous. During those awkward coming out years in high school, I clung to the "she" in that chorus.
Sleater-Kinney also slammed its way into my life as I tried to define for myself what it meant to be a woman. They showed me that I could be as loud and outspoken and obnoxious as I wanted to be. And that's what we want from our music -- the courage and inspiration to be who we need to be.
I'm glad to see the three of them be successful in their post-SK ventures. However, they're sorely missed.