When I was about twelve-years-old my sister became involved in the Women’s Movement. At first I was repulsed by her missionary zeal, particuarly her strident efforts to ‘raise my consciousness’. We talked lots about sexuality and the roles women and men are forced to live, and I came to realise that my beliefs fitted comfortably with feminist ideology. Over the following years I met many of my sister’s friends and became more involved with feminists and political activists. Then, the civil liberties campaign for the right to march in Queensland was at its height and I began to attend demonstrations.