But in all the debate about... homosexuality...
no one ever really talked about the lesbians.
You know? It was all the gay men. They're the problem!
Anal sex. That's when the devil will get you!
But lesbians, they're like, "No...
What even are they? What they do, though, really?
Do they even exist if no one's watching, really?
No, don't worry about them. No harm in a cuddle."
For a long time, I knew more facts about unicorns than I did about lesbians.
Another reason I struggled with-- There are no facts about unicorns.
Another reason I struggled to identify as gay was
the Sydney Gay and Lesbian Mardi Gras. Precisely that.
The Mardi Gras was my first introduction to my people.
I watched it on... my TV
in my little living room in my small town.
That was my first introduction to my people. The Mardi Gras.
My people... flaunting their lifestyle in a parade!
I used to watch it, going, "There they are, my people.
They're busy, aren't they?
Gosh. Don't they love to dance and party?"
I used to sit there and watch it and go, "Where... where do the quiet gays... go?
Where are the quiet gays supposed to go?"
I still do.
I'm just like...
the pressure on my people
to express our identity and pride through the metaphor of party
is very intense.
Don't get me wrong, I love the spectacle, I really do,
but I've never felt compelled to get amongst it.
Do you know? I'm a quiet soul.
My favorite sound in the whole world is the sound of a teacup finding its place
on a saucer.
Oh, it's very, very difficult to flaunt that lifestyle in a parade.
I don't even like the flag.
Controversial!
But there, I've said it. Now...
the Pride flag, now, I love what it means, that is perfect.
Pride. Wonderful.
But the flag itself? Bit busy.
It's just six very shouty, assertive colors,
stacked on top of each other, no rest for the eye.
An afternoon of that waving in my face,
I need to express my identity through the metaphor of a nap.
I don't...
I don't think I'm very good at gay.
I'm not the only who thinks that. I've...
I've been getting a bit of negative feedback of late from my people,
the lesbians.
Bit of negative feedback.
'Cause, gosh, don't my people love the feedback. Not...
Not shy!
Not shy with the feedback. One of our spokespeople last year...
Self-appointed.
One of our spokespeople approached me straight after one of my shows
to give me a bit of feedback, and that's my favorite time for feedback.
Straight after a show? Yes, please!
That is when my skin is at its thickest.
The feedback? Apparently, she said,
"I was very disappointed in your show this year, Hannah.
I just don't think there was enough lesbian content."
I'd been on stage the whole time.
I didn't... even straighten up halfway through, you know?