“I got attacked on the street in Brisbane once, just crossing the bridge. And I was far more feminine-looking than what I am now. I was going to a gay nightclub. I don’t know how these guys knew. This girl and I, we were just friends, we were just walking along, going to the Valley. This car pulled up beside us. These young men pushed us over and called us names, ‘dyke’, ‘lesbians’, and other names that – words that I don’t like coming out of my own mouth. Swear words. It just wasn’t nice. I think it’s being called a ‘lesbian’, which is not a big deal now, but at that time it was such a big deal to be called any sort of name like that, a homosexual name. And then they drove off.
We didn’t end up going to the club because I was too scared. I backed off. I went back into the closet. It pushed me back emotionally because of the times and the way I was feeling. I just wanted to hide. So I just hid. I got on with my life like a normal 20-year-old, going out to normal clubs. I behaved as a straight person for a long time, even though my friends were gay as well. We all hid. It doesn’t make you want to come out even if you were out to yourself.
I love this state – do not get me wrong. I love Queensland to bits. I don’t want to live anywhere else in the world. I think it’s wonderful. But at that time we were four million years behind everything else, everyone else.”
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