Politics of the future

Politics of the future
Is on hold while we dance
And sing songs
Like there is no tomorrow
But sometimes things need saying


There was a boat

There was a boat
Just an old boat
Rust curling up the side
But it was the children
They were in the water
All of them
All of the children
In the blue water
Like it was a game
If I covered my ears
It looked like a game
They weren’t screaming then
And it was just the smoke
From the burning boat
Flowers licking the rust
That made my eyes teary
Not the children
I couldn’t see them anymore
But I knew they were there
In the water, the blue water.

They’re watching me

They’re watching me
over every shoulder
reading my emails
following every footstep
into the shadows
every key stroke
every thought
worried about revolution
but they are part of the problem


Thousands celebrate today
While stalkers menace the crowd
Panicked throngs gather toward
Human rights to live
In peace with each other

My heart aches for Australia

My heart aches for Australia
Beats with sorrow
For the women that walk the streets
When night time falls
Luring men to their fate
For she is nature
And men need to rise above
Soft maidens and wine
To reach their angels
Waiting patiently at home
Expecting him to be faithful
With aching hearts

The futility of war

good men brave and true
do not fear the leap into danger
it is for women and children
to sit home and quiver
until the good men do not return

Fear is the weapon

Fear is the weapon
against laughter, freedom,
liberty is too freely used
for being, just to be;
hope runs scarlet
in the streets, grief
sirens down below
power is existence
but there is no surrender.

Feminist Friday – Christmas shopping

Over the last couple of days I have finished my Christmas shopping and spent way too much money buying presents for everybody. I love the feel of Christmas shopping—the carols playing, excited children, tinsel and happiness in the air.

But among all the festivities I couldn’t help but noticing how gendered everything is. Most shops are carefully segregated into masculine and feminine shops and this makes them gatekeepers of social attitudes. They are the ones that help to reinforce ideas of what it means to be feminine and masculine and both implicitly and explicitly police people’s behaviour.

I think this works in a negative way on both genders. As I walked around the shopping centre I couldn’t help but notice the number of men standing outside shops—shops that they aren’t meant to go into. Clothes shops, jewellery shops, shoe shops, cosmetics… Men are not meant to be there. The ones that do venture in are clearly embarrassed and out of their depth. In my favourite stationary shop there was a guy being served at the counter next to me. ‘Is this for your wife? Would you like it gift wrapped?’ I could sense his embarrassment. He was buying the same gorgeous pastel pink notebook that I was buying. I suspected it was for him by the way he hesitated. In the end he said yes, and waited patiently while it was gift wrapped. I didn’t get asked the same question.

The reverse is those shops that are meant to be the domain of men. One of these is the comic book shop (yes, I know—Big Bang Theory and all that). I don’t buy comics very often but I have discovered a series of feminist writers of comics, particularly the Mockingbird series, and I love to go in there occasionally and browse. But wow does it make me feel uncomfortable. Okay, I’m usually not the only girl in there, but I bet the ratio is something like twenty guys for every girl—and they look at you in such a way that I can tell they are wondering why you’re there. And then when I was purchasing my comic I couldn’t believe the questions—‘Is this for your boyfriend? What you like it giftwrapped.’ NO – it’s for me, I said loudly, but thanks for asking.

Anyway, I hope you all have a wonderfully feminist Friday.



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