I remember, clear as day, as a young girl standing in the street watching—the first time I'd ever seen protests or the demonstrations for homosexual law reform back in the mid-1980s. The first thing I remember that struck me was that they were some of the most fabulous costumes I'd ever seen. Secondly, I remember wondering why people had been "shut in a closet", and it took mum to explain what that actually meant. But what stuck with me the most was the hatred in the voices from the sidelines, using some of the most obscene words I'd ever heard, as a young person. And in the weeks and months after that, hearing those same words echoed around the playground and around the streets, as other kids learnt those words from adults. And it's there, when I look back, I remember where that discrimination started and where it's continued. It makes me think of how far we have come as a country, but yet still how far we have yet to go.