Monday, September 25, 2006


the beach at southbank.. go to the brisbane journal page for more brisbane stuff

Thursday, September 14, 2006


i havent posted on this page for awhile.. i dont want to seem like a slack lil blogger so here's a few words.. (though i have posted on other pages in this journal)..'s a wurly gig at the mo.. i'm juggling uni stuff, like essay writing.. though i'm not going to lectures anymore.. and job applications.. looking at houses to rent online.. while realising theres a bucket load of work to do around here to get the house ready for renting out.. case you havent been paying attention.. or have your own wurly gig goin' on.. i've decided to defer my study next year and get a job in Brisbane.. now thats exciting... lookin' forward t being a wage earner.. life in the real world!! ..ahhh.. how real can it be..??

..just trying to think of a pic to represent my day.. i'll go find you.. back soon.. !! there ya are..

have a goody.. mace

Thursday, September 07, 2006


Orange like marmalade...light and dark, ginger striped, piercing green egyptian eyes, she was a striking cat. She was certainly no aristacrat, I rescued her as a small kitten, from a restaurant carpark, she was one of a family of strays residing there.
I was concerned that this sweet little cat, sunning herself in the early morning sun, would fall victim to one of the many car wheels she was living among, so I took her to the local vet to see if a better located home could be found. Surprisingly, it was easy to approach the kitten, other feral kittens I had seen in the carpark from time to time, always scattered when approached, but this one stood its ground and meowed as if to complain, just because she could.
I had four dogs, so I didnt think that taking the kitten home would be a wise move. On examination, the vet informed me that the kitten had cat flu and needed treatment for this ailment before they could try to find her a home, and i agreed to phone in a couple of weeks just to keep track of her progress. Before I left, I had a departing chat with my new, small friend and I wished her good luck and a safe journey in life. She replied by purring loudly and cuddling into my neck most affectionately and I felt the beginning of a special bond what was destined to grow between this cat and I.
Two weeks passed, I called the vet to enquire. The news was that the kitten, though growing strong, still had cat flu and because of this, no home could be found. The vet agreed to continue trying to place her in a good home, but added that unless a home could be found soon, the kitten would need to be euthenased.
Well, this was no option I was happy with, and after a quick rethink, I collected the new family member and took her home. That first loud thank you pur and nuzzling at my neck, had created the bond that made it impossible to leave her stranded, I needed to come to her rescue once again.
The cat, whom I named Paris, settled in well with the four dogs already in residence, particularly with an eight month old, lively kelpie cross, they seemed to like the same games. The dogs were all comfortable with a cat about the place, I'd had one or two over the years, and although the older dogs paid her no attention, generally, harmony was maintained.
The name Paris seemed to suit her, even though she had very ordinary bloodlines, she had attitude and spirit, and a certain stately nature...she didnt seem like a fluffy or a sooty, something bigger and bolder suited her personality. Her true nature began to shine, right from the start, playing fearlessly with the young dog, scampering up and down screen doors and curtains and demanding food often, by meowing loud and long and she soon became a prominent member of the household. It was her bold yet cuddly demina that won the hearts of friends who came and neighbours whos houses she frequented.
Paris had a way of making her presence felt, if she required that you open a screen door for her entry or departure, she would take a flying leap at the door, scrambling up and then thudding down on the hard timber floor, not once but repeatedly, until her bidding was done.
One day a neighbour phoned to tell me that if I was looking for my cat, she could be found socialising at a party that she was hosting. Apparently Paris was soaking up the attention offered to her by the guests. Paris also regularly made herself at home on the end of this neighbours bed, sometimes staying away for a day or two at a time.
Another neighbour informed me, whilst chatting over the front fence, that she had enlisted the postmans help, a couple of days earlier, to escort her and her dog, passed a hazard on the road. On further enquiry, it turned out that the hazard had been Paris, teasing a small brown snake, in the middle of the road. I wasnt sure whether I should have been concerned that Paris was playing on the road, or that the object of her attention was dangerous or that she was interrupting the smooth running of the neighbourhood by bailing up residents. I smiled, and the conversation moved on.
Paris visited several households in close proximity to her home with me, claiming and being granted tenancy at each one. Paris was probably so wild and free spirited because of her early feral beginnings. Her naturally affectionate nature and kinship with people and other animals, would have been enhanced by the weeks spent at the vets, at a young age, being hand fed and having human companionship, and her bold and outgoing nature was able to develop by sharing a house with four dogs who accepted and played with her.
Paris was a challenge of a cat, a unique blend of her own heritage and her environment, and it was a hard decision to leave her behind when I moved house last year. I saw that Paris was attached to the land and to her community and its people, not just to me, this was a result of her freelancing feral temperament and bold social nature.
I decided that she would probably be happiest in the environment she had created for herself, and there was no shortage of offers to give her a permanent home at neighbouring houses. Regular reports indicate that Paris is alive and thriving...a truly individual cat...

Friday, September 01, 2006

the_'f'_word she wrote the 'c' word..

Gender dysphoria and the discourse of het and homo

ello fellow bloggers.. this random group of thoughts might just as well belong over at my parenting group but i think i'm scarin' with too much theory so i'll stick it here instead.. in a more private cyberspace..

i've been talking blog to blog to LesbianDad.. a non bio lesbo parent in San Fran with a good lookin', great soundin' gender bending blog.. i made an assumption, perhap wrongly that LesboDad was just a gender bendin' queer sorta gal who is really in touch with her masculine side.. and thats kewl right.. but her non response to my latest comment on her blog.. (i enquired on her views on gender dysphoria) ..leads me to think that maybe we have opposing views on gender construction after all..

..gender dysphoria is a medical term for ppl who believe/feel that their gender doesnt match their sex.. to hold that belief you have to hold some sort of essentialist views.. that there are fixed and correct positions for gender in relation to a sexed body..

a queer position holds that its all a fluid space.. that sex of the body is not determinitive of gender qualities or presentation and that its a space you can occupy in any way you choose.. i like this theory.. its sits well with me and its the way i live my life.. but it raises other questions doesnt it.. the whole dichotomous relationship thingo ?? so if we agree that the sex of a body and gender presentation, bear no specific relationship to each other, what then of het and homo sexual orientations .. maybe i'm just slow... and maybe queer has been saying this all along.. but isnt the idea of fixed and polaric sexual orientation also essentialist ?? (straight or gay/lesbo) ..the 'creation' of homo as the dichotous pair of het is a modernist statement surely??

..i was about to say that the queer position must surely be that the sex of the body the known component and gender, the construction you add, to your own design.. but its so hard to think outside the square.. i challenge you to try thinking about the sexed body, without a gender overlay.. what is there before gender is added??

..taking these thoughts to where they seem to lead.. the tightly held and long standing assumption that ppl are generally het, has resulted in the establishment and maintenance of the social structure we call the family.. in that light, its possibly to see the family as the social manifestation of that belief system.. the discourse of the family..

jumpin' ahead from that thought.. when we try to fit lesbo/gay 'families' into the model, try to extend and bend the family to accommodate our relationships.. are we just trying to fit into a social construction anyway.. not 'family' just the social manifestation of the het discourse..??

the tripe about the need for a bio component.. the incest taboo.. all part of the construction of the 'family' .. OMG.. its so hard to think outside the construction.. !!

ooohhh.. good thoughts for a friday.. ok.. bathtime.. then bowl of fruit and yoghurt time.. and then take a book for a walk time.. have a goody.. Mace