Parental License.

Heterosexuals of either gender no longer exclusively own the license to being parents and we have learnt that you do not have to be in a conventional arrangement to do a good job of bringing up a child. This is not really a new thing and many children have been brought up very successfully in alternative household arrangements by members of our community in the past. It has been argued that they sometimes do a better job of parenting, compared to the dysfunctional structure of certain families within the wider community. The instances of child abuse and mistreatment in this country prove that having heterosexual parents is no guarantee of a good upbringing. Good parenting does not depend upon the sexuality of the mother or father, and does not require both to be present throughout the Child's upbringing. Believe it or not some seemingly good upright members of our society who appear to be straight and have lovely little families have the reality of either parent indulging in varied sexual practices. Sometimes they even indulge in these practices without the knowledge of the other partner. The statistics of married and apparently straight men frequenting parks and public places to indulge in sexual practices with other men would surely spin the heads of the wives they are attached to. I am sure there would be also many husbands that may be surprised by the reality of closeted desires turned into an experience by their wives when the chance arises. Of course we have been led to believe that the husbands of these women would more likely experience arousal than a shock reaction or a sense of betrayal, but I am sure this is not the rule.

We need only use the best qualities of the past era, and none of the moral structures that give society permission to persecute those that they do not understand. The old world moral and value system that saw LGBT communities robbed of their civil rights and bashed to death is not something to look back on with any sentimentality. Mankind’s old outdated identity was false to begin with and not grounded in reality. We are now living in a time of inclusive realism and those still grounded in delusion do not want to agree with this reality. The LGBT community have been here since the beginning of time and it is a travesty that it took so long for people to come to terms with us and accept us as a worthwhile and valid reality. I sometimes get the impression that some of our detractors feel like they have been shamed and forced into being decent to our community by the laws that protect us from discrimination. Without them I wonder what would happen and I am sure some continue with hate filled beliefs, not unlike the undercurrent of racism that also still exists behind closed doors with safe company. We as a race have come to realize that what we have considered normal society for centuries has now lost its grounding and fallen into an abyss of new realities, and are no longer relevant.

When a person can go out and adopt or artificially inseminate themselves, those old world realities are forced to incorporate the new meaning of what it is to be a family. The world has changed and we need to get used to it and accept that there are so many different realities for what it means to be human or a parent in this new world. Acceptance is about forgetting the excuses that lead us to mistreat those that were deemed less than others and invalid. Always choosing to be open to compassion and the understanding that we are not the same, while embracing the fact that difference is what makes us such a beautiful race. And lastly, who on earth can define for me what exactly is a normal person or family in an ever changing world that is constantly re-defining what is considered normal.

Copyright © Robyn Whittaker. 2011.

Magical Skye.

How magical our Skye is,
With suns first early rays.
Colours ever changing,
To give beauty to the days.

A marriage made in heaven,
The earth will sing rejoice.
The elements are her witness,
The bird’s song gives her voice.

The night time gives her diamonds,
And a moon so pearly white.
May she always grace our daytime,
And fill our every night.

Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker.

Gender and Sexuality.

The topic of gender and sexuality can be an interesting and confusing one for those who find it difficult to understand that your gender has nothing to do with who you sleep with. What always needs to be remembered if you find yourself confused about what sexuality a person might be if they are transgender, is that gender does not dictate sexuality. Transgender people can fall anywhere on the sexuality spectrum just like anyone else. The origin of gender and where we end up has no bearing on who you choose to sleep with before, during or after transition. Just because someone was born male and transitions to female does not automatically mean they will partner with men or visa versa. We are not who we sleep with and who you find sexually attractive is up to you, and that is the same for all human beings regardless of gender. Stereo typing does not apply easily to anyone in this day and age, and in my opinion it is a shame that we can all still fall prey to this type of labeling. The modern world is an open playing field and you are who you are, and you are even free to change that if it no longer fits.

Tran’s people can be gay, straight, or bi, just like anyone else on this planet and it does not devalue the legitimacy of someone’s gender status. Gender and sexual fluidity is a reality we need to come to terms with if we are to ever learn the art of acceptance of our fellow man. As time continues to open our eyes and minds to new ways of accepting reality, I hope we can all be who we feel we are in the moment. Our true intrinsic self, not locked into what others expect us to be or continue to be, a representation of the expression of inner joy.

If a woman or man can be bisexual so can a trans-woman or trans-man, and that is their choice and should not confuse anyone who understands that gender is not sexuality. Just because you choose that sexual expression should in no way create confusion, unless people are aligned to stereotypical ideas of gender roles in relation to sexuality. Sections of the wider community seem to have a real problem getting their heads around the concept that we are no different to everyone else when it comes to sexuality, and this need not be so confusing. I understand that some people will never accept us on any level regardless of sexuality and that's a shame, but that is life. There are people who seem to think that if we change our gender we should conform to the most extreme expression of what it is in their minds to be a woman or a man.

I remember when I started out that everyone had an opinion on how I should go about my transition and what I was to do if I were to actually be accepted as a "woman". How to dress, how to speak, and so on...It’s all nonsense! We are wiser if we just be who we are without trying to conform to how others lead us to think we should be. What others tell us we need to behave like to be female or male is all stereotyping. It is sometimes advice given out of concern and love, but this advice means little when we live in a world with so many variations of gender expression. You only have to look at those born biologically in the gender they stay with, to realize there are all different sorts of women and men out there. Shock horror, some women never dress femininely or speak with a shrill voice and the same goes for men and the varieties there are for them too. I have met so many different types of people of various genders, and thankfully this opened my eyes and I learnt to relax my own rigid ideas about gender. I let go of the fear that if my voice was not high enough or my clothing not feminine enough, I was somehow not making the grade. I have ongoing issues of nervousness in social settings regarding my appearance and femininity, a fear that I hope one day will leave me for good. For the most part I feel allot more relaxed and even consider myself to be quite tom-boyish, even though I know this is yet another label. I almost never wear skirts or dresses and do not try and self monitor my voice or my actions as I once did. I am also starting to open my own mind to the alternative variations in sexuality, even though it is only in mind and may never materialize as an experience. Regardless of who you are it always pays to keep your mind open, for we never really know where our journey may lead.

That is the ongoing mystery we call life.

Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2011.

BREAKING THE SPELL.

What does it mean to be free in a world that is increasingly becoming a policed existence, of moral judgment chosen for the many by the ruling few? How many of our civil liberties will fall by the wayside in the quest to placate perceived government desire to safeguard us against the terror from out there. We all know deep in our soul’s right from wrong, but the growing majority look to others to be a guide and compass on how to live and what to do. Continually being fed a diet of lies and deceit, prevents most from waking from a dream state wonder lust for a lifestyle that for many will always be out of reach. Every day we rise from our beds and prepare ourselves for the treadmill that is our life, never questioning the state of play that has left many of us in debt and in a constant state of trying to catch up. Unless you have been lucky enough to win big or come from old money, your chances of getting ahead are slim, and that is just the way the powers that be want it to stay.

Yes I do believe in positive values and thoughts and I know all too well that they can indeed get you far, but I am also a realist and it would be remiss of me to act like an ostrich in this world of plenty for only the few. It is becoming apparent to me that things are not quite as they seem and if we are to bring about a change for the better, we must resist the constant Schism energy we are fed. Schism is the negative energy that is generated by those in power to disconnect us from the full magnitude of who we are, by keeping us trapped in a state of fear and terror. Every other day another show about crime and murder hits our TV screens. Doctored media teamed with the constant rolling coverage of bad news we are encouraged to consume on a daily basis, all create Schism. Have you noticed that the ones that have appointed themselves to protect our world are also the ones feeding this negative machine?

Change your treadmill and refuse to be a part of the status quo you have been sold and stop being a slave to the ones who wish to control you. Go to work and live your life while focusing on good thoughts and feelings, and if getting that thing you think will make you happy leaves you trapped in repayment hell, leave it on the shelf. Watch the box selectively and the entertainment it brings, remembering its purpose is to sell you a life you are told you need as well as the food you are encouraged to buy for the families you feed.

You are beautiful beings and more so for being born into this wonderful LGBT community, a community that has taken pride in being different from the rest. Choose a calmer life and beware of the deliberate energy trap called stress and by all means take your power back.

Copyright © Robyn Whittaker. 2011.

POKER FACED JOKER.

Visual feasts on fetish for eyes,
Stung on the lips by your love.

Cold hard stone greets fancy free feet,
And again I see a new day without you.

No big surprise my life still goes on,
A new stage awaits my encore.
Freedom from heartache and soul searched remorse,
I find you're no latch on my door.

Truth of your stature in big scheme of things,
A truly false ledger of fake.
The poker faced joker with cold face remorse,
Leaving in shock and disgrace.

Full tilt the dealer,
What's left in your hand,
Sad lot is dealt as your fate.

Though endless your wager,
For new chance you wish for,
A long time is the lifetime you wait.

Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2011.

THE POWER.

Here we go round the circle once more,
Singing the song as we go.
Bittersweet berries stain the new skin,
Squished into ground under toes

Renew all the daisies,
With strokes of your pen.
Quills that shape, the mountains you make,
Black ink takes over the red.

Framed gilded artwork,
You move what you mount,
The power is a virtue you have.

Pictures that fly,
From walls as they cry,
And neighbors will see whats within you.

Tell them it's true,
It's from them and not you,
And all will be lost and forgotten.

Stories start small as a mole hill,
Growing while taking their shape,
Finger your finds, while pulling the blinds
And a gypsy is the bull at your gate.

Bring her to places unspoken,
Lost grip has her dancing in rain.
What do you do when it all ends,
The numbers she sees are on you.

Back to reality of life's work,
Back to your drudgery days.
Spell binder spins you a new yarn,
And lost is the magic we made.

Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2011.

GATHERING MOSS.

Long awaited from her time in the hole,
She arrives crisp and proper,
Clean and ready for the day.

Lillie's and magnum fields,
Sway gently in her wake.
And just once more you see her take a bow.

Gathering moss retreats,
Like front line of defense.
She trains the locks of new found hair,
Follicles bristle with brush,
Consensus is coiffed delight.

And small makes way for the big.

Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2011.

THE VIRGIN QUEEN.

Not unlike the virgin queen,
Love was lost and future looked barren.
Never again to love another and share the spoils,
Sky fell open and grass no longer green.

So many hearts broken,
No replacement sought.
Carry forth the blood soaked mess,
And tell of a tale of monstrous men.

Above it all convincing yourself of the lack of need,
To allow those that mean to hurt a key.
Paint yourself white and start again,
And find a path that guides you.

So many have passed this way,
And stomped on your damaged goods.
The ones that promised love and respect,
Are the same that came to hate.

No longer in need of your re-assurance,
No longer in need of your love.
I will never give my self so easily,
To the vampires that suck my blood.

Gone are the dreams of loves forgotten,
To a place they all call fate.
Never to return to the palace of wanting,
For this freedom I no longer wait.

I feared a death was fast upon me,
I trembled as I fell to my sleep.
And when I awoke I realised the passing,
Was a person that died with hope.

Mother land I hear you calling,
In a language I already know.
Take me back to my kingdom of knowing,
And forever my life I devote.

Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker.

Beautiful Miss Conception.

What do I write when all has been said, I am not who I thought I would be. I am broken and I need the toy maker to mend me. What do we do when we realise that we are who we are far beyond repair and repose. I continue to hope for grander days filled with love and what I thought was mine to demand. Something worth similar to gold yet privately of my own valuation that instantly was seen and documented as an appraisal worthy of judgement. Yet it eludes me, and I am torn between the realisation that I have myself to blame and the reality that the ones that I choose will never give me the price I am worth. Why are we destined to continue and repeat the mistakes of our examples, the parents that brought us into this world, leaving us with a legacy that sometimes we wish we could escape. If only life was a simple as a guide book for dummies, we would surely excel and escape our traps and go forth and prosper. I once believed in love, I believe in love for the self while imparting love to others, but in this day and age they are not taught to give, only take. How does one find love with these values? I am sure there are a few who are different from this and I would hate to paint all with the same brush. Our hopes lay with the collective that still hold dear to the morals and manners of a past era. The ones that know that to gain the most we must first give of ourselves in a manner that is selfless to the point of no return. I see so many now that are determined to make front page at any cost and to hell with the consequences and who it hurts in the process. Does it matter who we hurt in our quest to gain what we want for ourselves? Yes it does, because the one we hurt the most is ourselves when we choose this path. When did we stop teaching our children that what we give out we get back? How can you bring up a child to destroy itself by slowly chipping away at its own virtues through another. I am so saddened by what I see and in spite of it I still believe we will go back to better times. It is inevitable that not unlike the obesity epidemic that is embracing the human race, we will be forced to see the error of our ways. The Titanic went down and they were forced to learn from those mistakes and this evolution of selfishness will also find the bottom of its ocean. We will in time see that everything has a price and everything finds its centre and whether we like it or not survival is an instinct the human race cannot escape. D day is upon us and we wish we still had time to evaluate the bullshit we have scattered over the earth, but time is not something of which we can waste any longer. Wake up from your collective dream states and rise up and save your children or even just yourselves if progeny is not your concern. You do not have to continue with the lie that all is OK and will continue UN-abated without recompense because our penance is coming in force. I will go to my grave knowing that I tried to help my fellow man and loved my inner desire to improve the position of others. I also will go to my grave regretting a few things that I allowed myself to fall prey to, including jealousy, anger and misguided pride. I fear that we may never learn what we need to know right now and though many are trying to warn us, few are listening. What an amazing yet incredibly stupid race we are, to have so much beauty at our finger tips and as much destruction as our legacy left in our wake. If all is lost we are and will always be a beautiful miss conception on our creators conscience, and that is not from a religious stand point. Who or what ever created us, must stand in awe of our ability to do the worst thing imaginable to something that I am sure could and can only ever be seen as a gift. A blue shining gem spinning in space and time, that for a split second in the scheme of things was a hope full bequeath to a human race that does not know what it does. Robyn Whittaker. copyright (c) 2011

THE SKY IS NOT FALLING!

You were born that way as the song says, and to hell with anyone who still holds onto conversional tactics and beliefs. In this world of colorful multi-faceted culture soaked melting pots, it still amuses me that some choose to hold onto so many outdated beliefs. The sky is not falling, and for the millionth time Chicken Little is running at lightning speed to escape an imaginary impact from something he so clearly does not understand. New inhabitants take charge of the chicken legs and find new skies to fear and at the end of the day we are left wondering what on earth all the fuss was about. Ignorance evolves with education and becomes understanding. The evolution of collective minds gains momentum and majority rule conquers a minority of fools who hold dear to stupid realities. As I have said before Gay marriage will eventually be something of which we take for granted and a yawn is the greatest protest you will get on this sort of announcement. I believe we are destined for universal acceptance from the majority of human kind and by the time this comes to pass; the rest of them will not deserve the virtues of our thoughts. Be who you are without exception and believe in who you are, because you were destined to come to this earth and stay here a while and find your own happiness. If the universe did not want you to exist, you would not be here. Hold onto this truth and go forth and multiply your happiness, to a level that no fools holding a pitchfork screaming lynch them could ever erode or destroy. They feel they have been ordained to leap your fence and judge your lawns and gardens, when clearly it is there own that is in need of tending. The only weeds needing a good pull are the ones that grow and become noxious when watered and fertilized with hate and prejudice, by those masquerading as good gardeners. I cringe when I see the vile behaviour of placard wielding holy people in the land of the red, white and blue, who feel it is there duty to act in a manner only fitting in the bowels of hell. We are a proud community and nothing and nobody with ill intention will change or turn the tide on what is surely going to be seen as our collective consummation and ongoing realization. We are family and a strong one at that, so be proud of the achievements so far because there are many more to come. Lastly I hope everyone had a fabulous Mardi Gra! Copyright © Robyn Whittaker. 2011-03-05.

4 WARNINGS AND SENSIBLE REACTIONS

What an eventful year we have had so far here in our gorgeous state of Qld. Floods and cyclones have come and gone, and apparently we are in for more in the coming months. My thoughts go out to our communities who went through the floods in the south east and those living in the north that suffered through Yasi and sustained property losses. Thankfully there were no fatalities in this latest natural disaster that I am aware of, largely due to fore warnings and sensible reactions to mandatory evacuations.

Australia is a land of plenty and a land of weather extremes, fire, flood, droughts and storms that can whip the coast like a mistress who knows no mercy. We have over the centuries come to know it's ups and downs, ins and outs, and for the most part we accept that this is our wonderful yet at times gut wrenching island home. Some say that we are experiencing the global effects of our wayward ways of too much greed with our natural resources, while others say it is just how nature is regardless of human excess.

I think we all sense what is happening here, deep down we all know the piper is coming for payment due. Nothing is for free, even when it seems the cost is an IOU, we all pay eventually. Even the breath we breathe takes a toll on our human bodies, and oxygen starts the rust that cell by cell begins our rot. The best we can do is try to treat our bodies well, and the same should go for the planet on which we live. We all know what happens when we stuff our bodies with a life of excess, so why would we expect it would be any different for our living earth. Hiding behind a fear of a dwindling bottom line from green conversion, stops many of us from taking the steps to drastic change needed if we are to ever turn the tide on a planet in pain.

I believe Mother Nature will continue to visit us with her fury in greater ferocity each year, until we heed the warnings and co-exist with this planet and each other in total respect. We are changing for the better and evolving to be more accepting of our differences, but what good will any of this be if we destroy our only human home.


Copyright © Robyn Whittaker. 2011

NEW HERD LOOKING FOR OLD SCENE

Another year is under way, floods have taken thier toll and whether we like it or not we are dragged kicking and screaming through its months. I don't know about you, but I am distinctly feeling an effect I once read about called the "Quickening". Everything seems to speed up and some of us become overwhelmed with an intense feeling that time is going faster than the pace needed for us to interact with it comfortably. Anyway this maybe my active imagination working overtime, but I am sure that I am not an island in regard to time loss sensations.

Talking about time, I was looking through some pics on face book of yesterdays club scene here in Brisvegas and it occurred to me just how much has changed around here. Admittedly I was looking at photographs of over 15 years ago and I would have to be an idiot to expect anything less than radical change in that time frame. Along with great innovations and upgrades to most of life that surrounds us, I have found some of these changes a little sad to say the least. I miss the excitement of Tuesday nights (Industry night) at the original "Terminus" in the valley, and even though I am happy our community has gone fairly mainstream, I wish we still had a more underground feel to our scene. God knows my desire to go out these days has somewhat waned, and the last time I ventured out, I realized why. Apart from the night dissolving into an unfortunate situation with a very drunk and out of control fool I became tangled up with, the overall feel of the night was baron of the fun we used to have before we became so fashionable. One barman even outed me to a male that found me attractive and then had the hide to justify his actions by saying he was trying to protect the other patrons! We would not want the Tranimals to bite the vulnerable straight boys visiting the zoo now would we? that would indeed be a travesty! You see it is one thing to commercialize our pink experience and send it into the mainstream stratosphere, but at what cost I ask you. Being around us and being a part of our party is where it is at for a lot of people who have embraced our community’s mantra of acceptance of difference and love in the LGBT degree.

Please don't think I am at all regretting any of the positive virtues gained by the changes in the law or the gloss that has been applied in bucket loads to some of our venues. It is just the outcry from a recently pricked memory of a time when we were a lot less polished and OK with a venue that was less about selling our experiential product and more about a fun safe haven for our kind. There is only one venue left in my opinion, still offering an old world LGBT experience and gender bending explosive vibe, devoid of the self conscious desire to change things too dramatically. To this day it feels like it did when all of our behaviour was supposedly very naughty and illegal. To my knowledge it has only been given mild renovations to update certain areas of its hallowed walls on the hill, and even though I do still occasionally enjoy my time at the others, I give top marks to them for perseverance with an old theme. Every thing comes around again and sometimes we yearn for things and experiences that remind us of times gone by. Innocence is a wonderful thing and with maturity comes many exciting new experiences and opportunities. I just hope we see the opportunities that looking back can bring to those looking ahead, sometimes in our quest to evolve with those around us we loose some of what made us so attractive in the first place.

Copyright © Robyn Whittaker. 2011.

RESOLUTIONS

I hope everyone enjoyed the festive season and all it had to offer, and trust we all made a few resolutions for good measure as well. Every year we embark on a new journey into a promising fresh year, armed with optimistic and hopeful resolutions that we pray we might keep. I have in the past, like many before me, taken up the challenge of keeping to new years promises of being 10kgs lighter and 10 times wiser and hoped they would come true. I guess we all know that the only one who can achieve this is the one we call ourselves, and if we are lucky we may get a little help from our friends as well. Only we can achieve goals set out for us and the wisest of all take a modest leap of faith when setting the height of their bar. Of course I am not referring to the bar a few of us lean on or hold up around the scene while drinking our weight in poison of choice liquid gold. One must give oneself the edge by at least making sure that goals to be reached are not out of our league or so far off the map that finding the destination is like someone walking to Kilcoy in one thong and a pink bikini.

I gave myself a break this year and just wished for the best I can achieve in 3 simple steps. 1. Smile and laugh more, worry less 2. Look after myself first, and then share the love 3. Don't take life too seriously, think musicals! Voila! Very achievable! I hope you too chose a kinder approach to this unfortunate ritual of setting ourselves up for feeling like failures in our future. Never set yourself up for heartache, just give yourself the love you deserve and keep it simple. No one wants to get to the end of the year and realize that the 20kgs we promised we would lose, somehow managed to follow the G.P.S back to our rear. That fortune you didn't make does not need to haunt your mind if you decide enough can make you happy. Just learn to be one with yourself and happy to be still here breathing in the good fortune of having the chance to see another year in. So many miss the opportunities life brings by missing out on living in the moment when too much focus is placed in the future. I am vowing to never take more from myself than I give to others, and many lessons were learnt in this regard in the year that has past. I will cherish my virtues and squander none on those who don't deserve them, and if you take heed you may do the same. Whatever your wish, all I wish for you, is that you have a Happy New Year!


Copyright © Robyn Whittaker. 2010.

Balls and Tinsel!

Well it's that time of the year again when we shake off the tree and fill it with balls and tinsel and hope the fat old man in a red suit leaves us something under it for our yearly efforts. This part of the world warms up and the other part cools down and we all think of the good and the bad times past. No amount of shaking the boxes produces that Prada handbag or Jimmy Choos that I have wished for in years gone by and this year I guess will be much the same. I too will enter the land of gastronomical madness and produce a euro styled hot banquet of turkey and baked ham fit for a queen, punctuated with custard drowned pudding. I will no doubt drink my weight in champagne, pausing briefly to rest my stomach before re-emerging to inhale what is left over. Christmas is my favourite time of the year, a period where many of us gather together to celebrate what it is to be human in this consumer obsessed planet we call earth. It's the thought that counts they say, but who of us would scowl at a box of Chanel or a Gucci watch with a diamond or two.

Of course we do encounter the odd scrooge or two on our travels who spit and splatter about how vile it all is and how we should somehow feel guilty for just having a good time. Take no heed to these nay sayers and party poopers who relish any chance to ruin someone’s happiness, they are just there to remind us of how not to act and challenge us to have fun in spite of their efforts. Park your clown car of fun where ever you like this silly season and surround yourself with family and friends and enjoy the month that ends with presence of mind and the presents you find. Drape your life with a sparkle and a smile, never wane from joyful desire. Spare a thought for those less fortunate, the sick and lonely without family and open your heart to those on a limb. Many a Xmas orphan has found their way to my home in years gone by and I delight in sharing the day and all it has to offer with them. Finally when all else fails, the tinsel disintegrates and your tree falls apart and no amount of turkey or ham fills your hole, just think of the gift of the life you've been given and turn all your thoughts into gold. Most of all, may my wish come true, I hope you have a Merry Christmas.

Copyright © Robyn Whittaker. 2010

HISTORY OF THE FUTURE

Is it all in vain to hope that we may some day all skip to a similar beat that sets the rhythm of a race accepting of difference and change? Will our new ordered world understanding fully include those on the fringe into the taken-for-granted so-called norms of our every day? Shall I live to enjoy this future I feel certain is bound to arrive eventually on the doorsteps of a generation beyond our alphabet?

Living on the edge of dark clouds that bring occasional rain is how we are seen by some. Instead of our rainbow, they only see storm clouds gathering, and with bated breath they wait and anticipate where next lightning may strike.

To say that it is right that only one type of person is entitled to certain liberties afforded to many and stolen from some, is surely the hares way to run. And soon, perhaps even sooner than you think, hard-shelled instructors of steady sure pace will one day win the seemingly failed chase. Futures full of children will change the wrongs to rights, not all at once I guess, but time will tell a new tale.

Marriage between anyone for whom it pleases will seem oh so very "normal" by then, so much so that a yawn is the only protest you may get. Will you marry for Love, maybe money or pleasure? Why not combine the three? After all, some have had centuries to work this out and look what is happening to that. Gender and sexuality will be something of which we blend and bend, shaping them to our heart and souls desire. No human fear will be leading a charge against what is finally realised as nature’s way. And the earth will still revolve around its sun, inevitably gaining heat on every new go round. And occasionally the future will take a look back as they do today, and with a beat in their hearts and relief on their brow they might say, "Wow! What a weird lot".


Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2010.