The Engineer also Muses

No, this post has nothing to do with A.B. Paterson, loose horses, or strange men of the mountains. Rather, a little something good that has come from the Ruddbus.

I wrote this a few months ago when the situation was precariously tippling as Krudd made up his mind over the position of gay relationships in Australia under (new) Labo(u)r. In the interim, I was one of hundreds who, with GLRL, sent letters to the Attorney General to push for equal rights for gays.

Now, I’m a single man in his early 20s. I have no need for equal-partner rights at the moment. Nor do I need to worry about anyone inheriting my Superannuation (my current sole benefactor is my mother, which was just because I needed to put a name down). In fact, from where I currently sit, I feel as though none of the 58 laws (plus how ever many others there were) actually discriminated against me. But, that being said, who knows what might happen next week, next month, or next year? So, I kept up with the actions going on, and looked at what was happening, and joined pertinant facebook groups (because we all know how that is a key part of any action).

But, yesterday, this happened. Oh, happy day. It might not be everything we want, but it’s a damned good step in the right direction. I do love how Justice Kirby gets his name in there, as he is want to do.

Where to now? Well, one of the laws that discriminates against same-sex couples is the Marriage Act (1961), whereby marriage is defined thus (after revision 46, or some sort of number):

marriage means the union of a man and a woman to the exclusion
of all others, voluntarily entered into for life.

Something tells me that isn’t getting changed. But, for now, babysteps. Besides, if we got everything we wanted, how on Earth would I fill in my Wednesday afternoons (during QuAC, I mean)?