Poem of the day

Julian has a medical procedure soon. Prayers for that: but in the meantime he posted this. The small, white petals run about on the ground in the wind like children in a playground, with no mind for me: and if I were gone next year, the playing would go on. Julian O'Dea.

True Persecution, False abuse.

Many, many years ago, one of my colleagues pointed out there was an association between violence and having same sex partners. The association existed if you claimed to be gay or not, but was higher if you self identified as homosexuals. There were demands she resign because of offence. I do not care about offence. … Continue reading True Persecution, False abuse.