It was W11 in the early seventies. I had been
arrested and acquitted for the first Miss World demonstration and I
was living in W11. The area was full of all kinds of political
activity. I knew gay political men in the area, Bette Bourne was
one, and he and friends invited me to
a
Gay Liberation Front meeting which was held every week in All
Saints’ Church Hall. It was full and there was an openness in those
days where everyone was made welcome whether you were gay or not. I
was heterosexual, unhappily married with a small child living in one
room as most people were in London in those days . There were
hundreds of people in the hall and it was then that I saw her. She
was so beautiful, she took my breath away. She wore a skirt and
sweater, and pinned just above her right breast was a women’s
liberation badge. I moved to look at her profile and yes she was
beautiful, and I was shaken up by my reaction to her. Suddenly
realizing that people must be looking at me I moved behind her,
hoping she would look back, and just as I was about to give up she
glanced behind her briefly. Then the meeting was over and I lost
her. She was not outside either. Everyone walked home talking about
the meeting, but I felt angry because the beautiful woman was not to
be seen and why hadn’t she looked for me. She must have felt the
same as me, I thought. Next week I went to the meeting and looked
everywhere, but she was not there and I was very disappointed.
Chapter 2: Women's Commune
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