What is wrong with people? Sadly, this is a question I find myself asking on a regular basis. What’s riled me up today, dear reader, you may ask? Well, that would be the recent unprovoked attacks on men in my beloved hometown of Sydney, with the gentlemen in question targeted simply for the being gay.
Of course, it wasn’t one lone bigot who attacked these men; rather, they were violently set upon by groups. How fucking cowardly! People may talk of mob mentality and use the defence of being swept up in the moment but that’s no excuse for such appalling behaviour. Theoretically, everyone has a brain and should be able to think for themselves.
For my part, I just can’t comprehend the mentality behind such hate crimes. Honestly, I don’t understand what they can possibly get out of it. Is their moral compass broken? Does it reaffirm their masculinity somehow? Do they feel somehow superior by inflicting pain? And who the fuck is raising these people?
I’ve written a few times about those who freely spread hate and misinformation in their need to cling desperately to outdated beliefs of traditional values, usually under the guise of freedom of speech or religion. So sadly, I wasn’t surprised to see yet another loathsome attempt by bigots – this time the Australian Marriage Forum – to discriminate against one group of people to allegedly protect another. Basically, trotting out tired old fears and propaganda in their desire to deny marriage to those they don’t feel deserve it. Honestly, I don’t know what frustrates and angers me more – their ignorance or self-righteous claims of defending the rights of helpless children.
For those of you who didn’t see the anti-marriage equality advertisement, purposely scheduled to air on Mardi Gras night, it purported that giving all couples the right to marry was detrimental to the well-being of children. If it weren’t so hurtful it would almost be amusing given how backward their views are on what constitutes ‘equality’. There are just so many things wrong with their premise it’s hard to know where to start.
As my beloved Sydney prepares to celebrate one of its most magical events – the fabulous and altogether glamorous Mardi Gras – it saddens and angers me that there is still so much bigotry and intolerance in the world. A celebration of love, life and equality it’s a beacon of hope that also serves to illuminate the terrible darkness of discrimination. Of course it doesn’t help that the current Australian leader – he who must not be named – views us as something of an abomination and who’d be a dare sight happier if we all just climbed back into our beautifully appointed closets and left him in peace.
It would be highly remiss of me to not include my hometown in my travel section at some point. Truth be told I tend to think of it as one of those places that doesn’t need a lot of promotion. In fact it’s rare that I met a European who isn’t filled with a mixture of envy, longing and bitterness when I divulge my origins. Certainly I’m still ever so happy when I make the pilgrimage home every second year for Christmas, despite the arduous daylong journey to get there. Possibly something to do with the fact I get to escape the harsh and frigid wasteland that is the European winter for a much more pleasant Australian summer.
Honestly, with an average of 200 days of sunshine a year, an easygoing beach vibe of a day and vibrant party energy of a night time, what’s not to love? It also doesn’t hurt that the locals are friendly, hot and wandering around half naked for a good nine months of the year. The beaches are beautiful and packed with stunning specimens of manhood – I heartily recommend Bronte Beach for the almost sickening eye-candy level.