One thing that really does annoy me is this notion that homosexuality is wrong or weird. The funny truth is that the real anomaly in humans is the Judeo-Christian Culture, not homosexuality. After all their is clear evidence that homosexuality predates this culture with evidence in Egyptian ( Khnumhotep and Niankhkhnum are depicted on a a tomb wall 2400 BC) and Chinese ancient history often remarks on planting handsome young men in the courts of rival sovereigns to gain favour and thwart the enemy (Dong Xian was an example of a handsome man who rose from obscurity to being the most powerful official in China by Emperor Ai just prior to the birth of Jesus...) . There is of course the second King of the Jews, David who's relationship with Jonathan was 'greater than that of the love for a woman' and there is the unmarried 30 year old Jesus himself that kept the company of 12 men and a former hooker, as well as having an extremely close relationship with his mother right up till his execution (remembering that most people at the time were married off in their early teens).
Remember John Howard''s campaign of 'Be Alert Not Alarmed'?
What it tried to do was get people on the lookout for suspicious behaviour and report it, but not to get their knickers in a knot over the endless possibilities of what is going on when they see young men with beards dropping their backpacks and running out an exit of an airport. After all they could just be young private school backpackers returned from their 'year out' traveling through hep' infected Asia and excited to get a hug from their mums. Such was the campaign...look at things and report it to those that can actually make an informed decision and do something about it.
If you are a follower of my blogs you would be aware my Mother has been through a lot with multiple breaks to her ankle in a farming accident that preceded my several broken bones by several weeks, fortunately for me it has been great for her to pass on her experiences to me. One such part of her recovery was extreme melancholy around week 5. Despite my rapid recovery thanks to my lucky inheritance of very good genes from my folks and my young age, she was spot on.
A couple of days ago I cracked. Maybe it was cabin fever, maybe it was being without Rosie, my little Kelpie for so long, maybe I felt useless when our farm has been flooded to the max or so bad my Brisbane friends had been doing so much for me, maybe it was a build up of medication in my system whatever the case I booked a 5am flight to Sydney.
Having lived my life on the banks of the Weir River, its a river I know well, I learnt to swim in it when frustrated that as the local swimming teacher having a kid that wouldn't swim was embarrassing, so when I was 4 or 5 mum rowed our tinny out and threw me in. I didn't die, in fact I learn't very quickly that to keep my head up and out of the muddy waters I had to stop whingin and get paddlin.