Archive for August, 2011

what was the square in the first place.
August 26, 2011

As a child I grew up in a home that has always been supportive and loving of all people, regardless of their gender, race or sexual preference. I’ve also been raised on Christian morals and as I grew older, I have dedicated my life to Christianity. It is also fair to say that although I have committed my life to God, I, for a long time had not formed an opinion on the issue of same sex marriage.

I’ve witnessed the spectacle. I’ve seen the Christian lobbyists who claim the sins of homosexuality. I’ve watched as people get increasingly frustrated by the homophobic Christians who lack the compassion they preach. I’ve even read articles where Christian Lobbyists have noted that homosexual couples should not be entitled the right to adopt children as ‘pets’. And like thousands of others around the country, I’ve shook my head at these incidents.

The Australian Government, in past years, has established new civil partnership laws. These laws provide same sex couples with all the rights that heterosexual couples are granted with the exception of adoption rights. Yet even in certain cases adoption is now permitted. As it stands, however, same sex couples under federal law are not legally allowed to be married. As a result, thousands people nation-wide have responded by asking for a parliament act that allows same sex marriage.

A strong contrast in statistics presented by different sides of the discussion, have demonstrated the irregularity of the arising issue. In a poll taken by the Daily Mercury it was revealed that 29% of Australians supported same sex marriage, while 70% did not. This conflicts, however, with the numbers found by an Australian Marriage Equality agency. They conducted a study of a sample group of one thousand, and proved that 62% were in support of same sex marriages.

A staff member at a Hobart Anglican Hobart school, of Christian faith, said she attended a same sex marriage lecture earlier in the year which outlined a Christian response to the issue of same sex marriage.

“The event was advertised as an information session,” she explained to me. “It was never exclusive and was open to the general public, but it was a bit misrepresented, particularly by the media. There was a gay rights rally before the event. Several of them attended the talk, but completely disrespected what it was essentially about.”
The young people, who attended the lecture, yelled their comments, asked questions during formal parts of the event and left before the lecture had finished. The rally before the lecture became less of a homosexual rights rally, and more of an anti-Christian one.

When looking at the debate, it is almost unbelievable that words could evoke such a controversial response. ‘Equality’ expresses a whole new meaning when it is yelled from the lips of thousands of homosexual couples. ‘Discrimination’ can no longer be seen as a word ground into the mistakes made by past generations. This discrimination is bitterly real, and it is happening now.

It all comes down to that one word: marriage. I find myself wondering what the word ever meant. Could it really once have meant that two people were bound by a love so strong that time, sickness and death could not separate it? It seems that after the introduction of the fluffy white dress, the stunning ceremonies, and marriage benefits, the process of marriage has become an institution of social acceptance, rather than an expression of deep commitment.

It seems only fair that same sex couples should have a tool to aid in their defence against the discrimination directed at them. The meaning of the word has already seemed to alter and change as a mark of society’s cultural adaptations. So is it the word that needs changing, or is it society’s attitude?

It has become a war over a word. And while the word may seem inconsequential to some, it is a word that seems to subliminally implant this discrimination into our minds. For most Christians (indeed for the Christian I interviewed) it is the word ‘marriage’ to which they hold the most attachment to.

The issue has become clouded with so much anger and hatred. Regardless of whether or not I believe that same sex marriage should be legalized, I don’t believe that persecution of a population based on something as basic as sexuality should be tolerated within our nation.

So no, I’ll reserve the burning of homosexuals for a later date. I’ll leave the damning to the devil.
I’ll hold my judgment, and hold my tongue. Because while I may be against re-defining the word marriage (both formally and through cultural changes), I go to bed praying every night. And in the prayers I don’t scream, or yelp, or run down a street with big banners that screech ‘LISTEN TO ME’.
Instead, I pray for love. And when I look at the online polls that ask whether or not I support same sex marriage, I reject the buttons that read ‘yes’, or ‘no’ and instead look for a button that says ‘respect’. That is the button that confirms the love that I pray for.


so here is to living with you in my chest and the glue on my desk
August 26, 2011

she wrote.
she wrote about things that had happened.
things that hadn’t
and she wrote two names.
and then she wrote
‘i think this is the closest i have ever been to two people’.
and it was better than anything she’d written in months.

chasing the blue
August 25, 2011

“People say they don’t want to hear about the difficulties in Africa, it makes them too sad.  They don’t understand it makes the people experiencing it sadder.

Last night, on the news, an African medical student said, ‘Please, things here are not good. We need help, we need the world to help us.’

The world is not listening. Those words make me ashamed, because what can I do? I cannot change people’s decision to care. I cannot control social power.  I cannot answer that man, and tell him we are doing everything we possibly can, because we are not. We never are.

Needless to say, the feel of helplessness is a bitter reminder of my own insignificant power. During the period of the Queensland floods my house was full of discussion, empathy, compassion and sympathy. Now it is silent. No one wants to talk about Africa. We have chosen not to care.

The people suffering are not given such a choice.”


the sea is full of misery and woe
August 23, 2011

lighthouse man can’t help us all
some he’ll save and some will fall
he’ll show you where the danger lies
but he can’t help it if you capsize

the ocean is a giant that can swallow me whole
August 21, 2011

i’ve always sort of resented the romanticism of the ocean.
“i enjoy long walks on the beach” sort of bullshit.
who enjoys a long walk on the beach?
that word barely even begins to explain the experience of ‘walking along a beach’
the beach
is never as perfect as it looks in movies.
the water is almost always colder than the air.
the rocks startle your cold feet.
the wind always blows in the wrong direction.
and of course the sand.
I know a lot of people who hate the beach simply on the terms of not liking sand.
by capturing perfect images of the ocean ,
we indent into our minds that the beach is a perfect place.
but no, the beach isn’t perfect.
it’s adequate.
going to the beach became an activity that wasn’t about seeking pleasure.
it was more than that.
learning to read the wind and the clouds.
the waves… the contours on the sand.
today I took a long walk on the beach.
not to understand, but to be understood.
and in a sense it was the walk that enjoyed me.
not the other way around.

how i love him
August 21, 2011

mum: what should we watch tonight?
me: i have some christian dvds i’d like to watch.
dad: christian!? (laughing) what’s wrong with you!? it’s mayhem night! we need blood and guts and treason! (still laughing) wake up! wake up to yourself or i’ll bash ya!

me: (after reading courses for law that i’ve applied for) what are your thoughts?
dad: looks good.
dad: hey tig i know! i can bash myself up or something… and and wear a brace around my neck… and then you can be my lawyer and we’ll sue someone…. yeah… we’ll… sue the… the council! i’ll hurt myself on the gutter and we’ll sue the council! you’ll be a crooked lawyer!

my dad is always looking out for me.

we swim for all salvation
August 21, 2011

there you were.
i watch back through the video and you look so calm.
yet there is this air around you that suggests you’re out to impress.
after a bit you get choked up in it…
it’s just you and the keys.
playing a piece i’ve never heard before.
half way through you abruptly stop.
you snap the lid of the piano shut.
a smile pierces your lips, as though you’re a child again.
“we should go”
and then you laugh.

new beginning
August 20, 2011

and so begins the scholarship application process.
the digging through certificates and reports.
among my piles of childhood records i stumbled into report cards from age six,
to newspaper clippings and yearbooks.
nothing can compare, however, to finding my old public speaking documentations.
when i was fifteen i refused to watch any of the recordings… humiliation and embarrassment.
i was happy to give them away to grandparents and keen aunts.
there was one we kept though.
i will record watching back through that speech as one of the most surreal experiences to date.
every word in my speech was completely polished.
months of practicing each and every sound in the freaking word.
each word was weighed so heavy with this indescribable determination and concentration.
so much technique that i’ve slowly allowed to wilt away.
i have no regrets about eventually deciding to finish up as a competition speaker.
time marked changed and, as with everything, i slowly grew out of the competative nature of these experiences.
it’s trippy though. to look back and watch how much i gave of myself in those moments.
emotions that simply cannot be captured in moments on a screen.
it’s ironic that the very same speech was about new beginnings.
“to forgive is to set a prisoner free… only to realise that the prisoner was you”

better run
August 17, 2011

“i was that i was beautiful for you”

although i love this song
August 15, 2011

the parody made me lol substantially