It's official, people of the same sex can marry in Oz. We're the 28th country to do so and the last of the eyes to do it. But it came at a cost---I read reports of harassment and abuse doubled for LGBTIQ people during the plebiscite, the last gasp of the bigoted who cannot comprehend that such people exist.
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With thanks to SNL.For the first time in seeming forever I put in for a job that I'd be keen to do. Only it was after I sent it that I realised I had misspelled the name of the point of contact. Not just their first name but their surname too. The latter was because of a broken embedded email address where that address had forgotten a letter in the contact name.
I've been reflecting of late on my childhood and the manly aspects of it where I was sent to a place that triumphed its ability to turn boys into men. Fortunately that institution is now co-ed but I expect it still suffers from its own idea of what a man should be and what they should not.Should have: body that works, be average height or better with an athletic build.Should be taught: boys who are not that are scum and not manly. Now imagine the first is X and they are taught that Y is bad.
I missed a call from theboy asking for me to get him with the trike; he was walking home. I didn't realise because I didn't have my phone on me and the last news was he'd be at an after school thing until pick up. I found out when he walked through the gate.He was fine with it; my not getting his text and call and walked home all the same.
Cricket, along with golf, is one of the more elite time wasting way of displaying manly (slash) athletic prowess on the planet. At least the eco-damage footprint of an oval is less than a golf course but on the latter you can drive between holes (and over them if you are Donald Trump).Cricket was forced on me by sheer dint of being an Anglo male in an English-Australian household of the '80s.
We have nine recent hatchlings—with three already home when we lost the three chickens to the likely fox—and by Christmas they'll be ready for outside in their own pen while they finish maturing.
With thanks to Futurama. I was on pick-up for theboy from school and arranged to meet in the usual spot which was the foyer. I arrived about 10 minutes early. Schools, by dint of necessity, have thick doors that lock off the admin area from the public.
Ozzers in the postal survey said yes to same sex marriage in every State and Territory.Will this now mean our LGBTI comrades now get to marry the person they love? We'll find out...UPDATE: Sucked in, bigots.UPDATE2: It wasn't okay to say no. It was their right to say no but it still didn't make it morally right. And if your very old book can't handle how gender and sexuality works in reality then maybe it is time to re examine your sticking with that motel drawer stocking stuffer.
I'm worried I'll be the one who has to tell theboy about the chickens and it triggered an attack; just the idea of his distress tripped me into this state.
The right leg egg popped during ministration and after a mass of it drained there was padding applied to soak the rest. I'll risk a shower soon and see how it went in the night.But before shower and egg check I went outside and found three of the chickens murdered in the night; not eaten or carried off—just killed. Two of the chickens survived; a brown and the big gray one.