...there was the annual Fourth of July picketing at Independence Hall in Philadelphia. ...I thought it was ridiculous to have to go there in a skirt. But I did it anyway because it was something that might possibly have an effect. I remember walking around in my little white blouse and skirt and tourists standing there eating their ice cream cones and watching us like the zoo had opened.

...I discovered that I could take a risk and survive. I could march in Philadelphia. I could go out in the street and be gay evenin a dress or a skirt without getting shot. Each victory gave me courage for the next one.

A woman who doesn't care what men think of her - ah, this is dangerous. This is the worst conceivable insult to the male ego.

...there was the annual Fourth of July picketing at Independence Hall in Philadelphia. ...I thought it was ridiculous to have to go there in a skirt. But I did it anyway because it was something that might possibly have an effect. I remember walking around in my little white blouse and skirt and tourists standing there eating their ice cream cones and watching us like the zoo had opened.

I have met many feminists who were not Lesbians but I have never met a Lesbian who was not a feminist.