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April 2019

These are entries collected from various blogs written by Australia's GLBTQ community. They are aggregated here to make it easy for you to follow the blogs and find those that are of interest. If your blog is not listed here please email Panther with your details.

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Our last day in New Zealand in its large multicultural city Auckland. The ship moored right at the bottom of the main street, Queen Street. Auckland is on the southern side of Auckland Harbour but greater Auckland is spread around the harbour and ferries are an important part of public transport.


I see nice old buildings. I see modern new buildings. I see construction of an underground railway.

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There are people you meet along the way in life that make a real impact. One couple that I’ve known for 7 years or so now have become very good friends and very important to me. They are the couple I studied to become a marriage celebrant for and there aren’t many people I would have done that for.

The husband of the duo is a rare breed of a human. He grew up in very modest surroundings with quite working class family. He’s lived all over the country and done a million different things but all that has made him a very driven, knowledgeable and successful man. He’s also a very typical straight man. He loves his football, his wife’s boobs and all the other typical things that straight men like. The great part of him

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   History likes to teach us that America in the 1950s was a cultural and intellectual backwater, awash in a sea of moralistic naivete. It wasn't, with only mass media like newspapers and Hollywood movies upholding sexual repression. Important writers featured in Playboy alongside nude women, and live theater was booming and edgy with notable queers like Tennessee Williams at the fore. Literary homosexualists like Gore Vidal and James Baldwin roamed free to varying degrees. As Hollywood lost its screen monopolies and battled television for attention it found itself shackled by extreme censorship as it struggled to present the sex ...


You know what the most liberating idea is in this era? I don’t, actually, have to have an opinion
What a terrible thing the fire was in the Church of Notre Dame in Paris. There is a heartbreaking emotion about the cathedral from the people of France, Francophiles around the world and those who love historic buildings.

Even during a alcohol fuelled lunch on The Seine with a female couple? travelling, one from Scotland and the other from Texas, I managed to snap these two photos, oh look, there is Notre Dame, excuse me for a moment, and one of me with my new Scottish girlfriend, who did not show me her haggis, and it is just as well. After the awful photo of me in yesterday's post, I almost look ok in this 11 year old photo. Paris was grey and showery when we visited, as you can see. Gosh we had a good time with the women from Texas and Scotland.

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I love the smell of fresh cut grass in the afternoon
Don't read these with any sense of obligation, just if you find them of interest.

It was a fascinating account of what went on behind the scenes and in front of the public that lead to the release of Australian refugee soccer player Hakeem al-Araibi from a Thai gaol where he was being held pending extradition to Bahrain. The cynic in me wonders if the outcome would have been the same had he been a plain looking non athletic person. I would like to think not, but....... He was only freed because of the extreme pressure being put on Thailand from so many directions, and even the Thai Royal Family was becoming concerned. The excellent and so interesting piece is at The Age.
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I tweeted today. I rarely tweet. It was directed to a bus company, Transdev, whose services are suspended past The Highrise while works at Southbank Boulevard are undertaken.

I was in Brunswick today, by tram, then Richmond and ended up in South Yarra to pick up some medication. I was eating a pakora in Pran Central and I checked a tram app for a live time tram trip home. 7 minutes. I checked a few minutes later and my app still said 7 minutes. I suspected something was wrong and as I walked out of Pran Central, a tram went past. Damn!

But here comes a bus that I can only get to Alfred Hospital and then I walked to St Kilda Road to catch a tram home. It worked well, except..........

It was a warm day and the bus was stinking hot, hence my tweet to Transdev, the bus company, No air con in bus 380425. It's like a sweat box..

Transdev does not have a good reputation in Melbourne ...

It seems that Instagram is the new way for models and photographers to network and find each other these days. I haven’t logged in to Model Mayhem in months. It was feeling increasingly irrelevant and arbitrary.

A few months ago I was put in touch with Bob who was planning a trip to Australia. He had been recommended to me and I had been recommended to him which was a nice feeling. The previous download from our collaboration was the popular “Bunker”.

On the same morning as those images, we shot these images of the amazingly fit Bob

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The whole notion of heaven is vanity, bordering on narcissism. The whole idea of Christian belief is wilful stupidity