'SHE CROSSED MY path one afternoon in 1995. I was sitting at a bus stop on Elizabeth Street in Meanjin/Brisbane, wearing glittery fishnet stockings, Dr Martens boots, a leopard-print skirt, a studded spiky collar and a shirt that read ‘Pretty Vacant’. She rolled past me on her skateboard. I’d often seen her at gigs – she embodied the spirit Kathleen Hanna sang about in Bikini Kill’s ‘Rebel Girl’. She was a punk I admired.' (Introduction)