I write with the magnanimous support of my academic healthcare colleagues, students and friends who are Indigenous. Seeking, confirming and upholding truth leads to accountability, action and ally-ship. In Canada we are in the nascence of seizing truth and committing ourselves to reconciliation with our Indigenous brothers, sisters and 2SLGBTQQIA…
Fifteen years ago on his Bigger Bang tour Mick Jagger found me between a rock and a hard place, in a crossfire hurricane. Preloaded, titrating, kissing perfect strangers.
Ooh, a storm is threatening my very life today. If I don’t get some shelter Ooh Yeah, I’m going to fade away
We celebrate your love
“as the appreciative, responsive commitment
to the flourishing of the Beloved.”*
Dear ones, veer with me into blasphemy
sanctioned by the spirit of unutterable favourites,
Quite simply, not all loves are equal.
Supernova*** alchemy stirs dust storms in nebulae and Burning Man.**
Our golden sun dawns…
An Auckland bus stop(s) me,
holding my reflected frame
by the chin of a graffitied poem,
tattooed in curvaceous cipher,
yet a pair of letters peels SEXIST to SEXI.
Heed the invitation to Open Happiness;
but not before nobility defends herself
against the omen of non-consensual ink.