Loneliness and my other friends

My boyfriend lives in San Francisco, my flat mate works till 9pm+ each day, my best girlfriend lives in Melbourne and best male friend lives in Darwin. Others near and dear to me in Canberra, Perth, Brisbane and Adelaide … my family in far west NSW, even my sister on the other side of the bridge gets to be far away in Sydney terms.

We move on. Decided to move.

Mercy

Yesterday, my fav Jesus Crispie surprised me. Rev Hon Fred Nile raised an amendment to the brothels legislation amendment bill 2007, exempting sole operators from the definition of 'brothel' and therefore corrupt persecution including eviction from their homes.

The Ring

The Ring, Marilyn Hacker

Her ring is in a safe-deposit box
with hundred-dollar bills and wills and deeds.
You used to hide my letters with the stock
certificates, unlock a room to read
those night thoughts in a vault under the bank
where we descend this noon: a painless loan
of cash from you to me, for which I thank
you, but tremble. Half as a joke, we sign
a promissory note on a looseleaf
page: odd, to see your name written with mine.
You fold that, file it in a plastic sleeve,
then rummage in the artefacts to find
and show me what you’ve just inherited:
your mother’s knuckle-duster diamond ring,
a fossil prism in a satin bed.
You model it. I see your hand shaking.
You ask me if I want to try it on
but I won’t put that diamond on my hand.
Once, I gave you a ring. You loaned me one.
What I borrowed that day has been returned.

via, Jeanette Winterson

A place called home

As much as I love 'angel', this post has more to do the song by Kim Richey ... "a place called home".

Selling out the wind

We settle, we sell out everyday. We marry the guy that provides, even though his love and affection fall short. We take the job that pays well but compromises our values. We sit in a pew and abdicate responsibility for our choices and actions because it is easier to listen to someone else tell us what to do than to think, act and carry the consequences of our own actions.

My relationships have been hard, hurtful and disappointing and when none of the above, out of reach.

Much of the pain is that I am the girl that runs on the wind. A spirit free and wanting everything that there is and more … I used to be wide eyed and full of wonder, these days I am sad and lost and haunted by inaction. Giving up and giving over to ‘normal’ life, I often find myself surrendering to the clipping of my wings and the confines of the gilded cage.

While I believe in the choice of happiness, this society celebrates conformity and for those of us that refuse to fall in line, the price is loss that only your heart and soul can measure. What needs to happen? Face what you can't hide!

Other's Misfortune

My Mother is a huge fan of black comedy ... she only ever seems to laugh when someone is getting hurt, funniest home video style.

Sad thing is we often have people that push our buttons and we imagine their misfortune occuring as a result of karmic intervention ... then again you can just act out.

Having fun with someone else's misfortune

Mummy, what does marginalized mean?

My daughter and I were watching a documentary over the weekend where an Aboriginal man made the statement ... "we don't want to be marginalized". My daughter asked me, "Mummy, what does marginalized mean?" ... all I could think of to say to my six year old was "left in a corner sweetheart, like the kid that no one will play with at school".

Definition:Marginalize, To relegate or confine to a lower or outer limit or edge, as of social standing.

We do our world a hurt when we keep people boxed and locked in a world without understanding, acceptance, hope, benevolence, access to resources and education.

We fear what we don't understand. You can change that. Learn.

Children bring you back to earth.

I've had a huge week emotionally. I feel spent and resigned to crap tv and chunky monkey icecream as my boy would say.

I have my beautiful girl with me this weekend.

My daughter put her head on my lap and as I was stroking her hair I noticed the little nit eggs. My ex has been talking of it for months now and I have never found evidence ... do we will these things upon ourselves? To see the eggs for real is not a difficult exercise ... I just wish that it was easy to describe to a parent experiencing it for the first time.

I was at the chemist trying to determine which nit comb to purchase. Obviously a different one from whatever the ex had used was obvious. There were three other mother's trying to determine the same thing, the seventeen year old assistant wasn't much help.

So we got home after jumping puddles and dodging shopping trolleys. In the bath and the combing begins

A bucketful of Babylon

NOS DA CARIAD, David Gray

One lifetime is long enough

Is long enough to wait

The rain like silver in my ears

Fat nothing on my plate

A bucketful of Babylon

A belly full of hate

Go to sleep my one true love

And may your dreams be sweet

Then we?ll be running

See its face beneath the glass

It murmurs on the breeze

Like a long black Cadillac

It passes ?neath the trees

What is it you?re waiting for?

Sweet love is on its knees

Go to sleep my one true love

And find your heart?s release

Then we?ll be running

Afraid of nothing

Yeah we?ll be running

Silence is golden

Here I am

I ain?t afraid of nothing

Silence is golden

Here I am

The sun above the cotton grass

Is sinking down like lead

The seagulls know the truth of it

And scream it overhead

Hold on to St. Christopher

The sky is murderous red

Go to sleep my one true love

Our glory lies ahead

Then we?ll be running

Afraid of nothing

Then we?ll be running

All wired up in a dawning ray

All wired up in a dawning ray

All wired up in a dawning ray

All wired up in a dawning ray

All that I am, all that I love is in you. Without you there is nothing I want. I live. But I live life a shadow of the person I am when you are beside me.

Are you on the list ... Hell Awaits You!!

This picture from digitalgrace

The guy could not think of as many sinners as the last one

Storm

The rain has continued all yesterday, all last night and on and off today. I stayed in, kept warm, made cups of tea and spag bol ... comfort seems to be the priority of this long weekend.

Others of us seem to have been more brave ... here, via Stilgherrian

But even as I was reading Stilgherrian's post and the photograph of Victoria Street, Potts Point, I couldn't help but imagine the horror of being homeless in weather like this. Where do the homeless go for a cup of tea? A respite from the rain? There aren't enough beds in the shelters for everyone. Do they think of calling home? Do they drink another bottle just to forget how cold and wet they are? Do you care?



Tom Stone photographs people on the fringes. This photograph "silent roar" has haunted me since I discovered his work in San Francisco.

God Hates Fags ... God Hates Pharasies More

Sweetheart, we don't have an "Old Testament God".

Your kind of religion is perversion. The way of the "law" is done and finished. Quite frankly, the example of Christ seems to be ignored again and again and again.

Jesus, met with the maginalised, the sick, the unholy, the prostitutes, the theif, the tax collector, the publican ... the people. He chastised the priests, with venom.

If Jesus is the Son Of God, then all that was before and all that came after him is irrelevant if you do not follow in the footsteps of the Christ. The words of man will not outway the life of Jesus. Leviticus is not greater than Jesus, Deuteronomy is not greater than Jesus, any of the writings of Paul are not greater than Jesus.

Jesus walked in mercy. Those who follow him should also walk in mercy. God is judge, not man.

Quiet Riot ... voice to the voiceless

"People shouldn't have to endure "quiet riots." They should be shouting from the rooftops, and we should hear their pleas. See, if someone is stranded on a roof and the tides are rising, if they want to be rescued two things must happen: One, they must make themselves visible for the helicopter to see. Second, the helicopter must lower a line to help them up. The pilot can hook up the belt and do all the work; the individual must be a willing participant.

Obama gave a voice to the voiceless. As he said, they must do their part. They must work hard to escape poverty by going to school, do a good job at work and not be involved in crime.

Let's not treat them as if they are non-existent. If we remain quiet in the face of chronic conditions, shame on us for saying, "God bless America." Because we surely we are not being a blessing to our fellow Americans."

OK, so it's an election year in Australia

The man I will not be voting for but all the Jesus Crispies probably will ...

Jesus Loves Porn Stars!!!

My favorite t-shirt!

Abstinence Policy Does Not Effect Personal Choices

Sex is here.

Sex is real.

Sex occurs between people who are married, unmarried, pay for it, break laws for it, deny others rights for it ... WAKE UP.

Positive education and responsibility about protection from sexually transmitted diseases or infections is important to change behaviour and reduce risk.

You can't ignore it and expect it to go away.

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