While I was out walking a piece of bread fell out of the sky. I looked around, but there was nowhere else it could have come from. No trees, no fences with children hiding behind them, no birds flying overhead. Just me, the blue sky, and a piece of stale white toast bread. I rest my case. I’m not sure what my case is, but it’s heavy, so that’s why I’m putting it down now.
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Last night I went to hear my friends Airini and Dinah (along with another woman, Morgan) reading at the green parliamentary office as part of MP Mike Ward’s art and poetry in the workplace thing... the wine and food were delicious, the poets and poems were very sweet, and I ran into lots of beautiful people, some of whom I haven’t seen for ages.
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Later I went to the national launch of the Christians for Civil Unions campaign. I thought there was a decent crowd until the choir got up to perform, reducing the audience by about a third. Ah well. There were speakers from the Catholic, Presbyterian, Baptist and Anglican churches. Some of them were in same sex relationships, some in opposite sex relationships. Some of them preferred to avoid marriage, some seeing it as an outdated religious institution that carried negative connotations. Others thought marriage should be available to same sex couples as a matter of simple human rights, but they were pragmatists and thought that same sex marriage wouldn’t make it far through the political process at this point, but civil unions stand a chance.
During the meeting someone raised the question – what will the verb be, what will the box say on forms? Civil Unionised? We decided we should hold a radio competition, listeners can suggest appropriate words. Civilised? United? CUed? Winner gets a free Civil Union at St Andrew’s on the Terrace!