I've been thinking some of late. Yes, I do that. I know some may find that hard to believe, but I do. There's all sorts of little things that come together and make me wonder. Just where are we… yes 'we', going.

See, rumour has it that I'm an opinionated, self centred bitch.. or maybe a guy pretending, and the only opinion that matters is mine. Frankly I don't give a damn what too many think. Oh, I can get hurt and upset and feel lost and scared and alone… but ultimately it's me. I have to live here, the rest of you make your own arrangements. Now 'here' is where we have some trouble maybe.

For a while now I've felt, disenfranchised perhaps. Such a grand word for a vague feeling of displacement. This little place meant a great deal to me. It still does, but…

I feel less here than I did and why that is I'm not sure.

In part it's my own desire to be a part of and deemed worthy, something that lacked for quite some time. So I wrote stuff and maybe exposed bits and pieces. I push at things at times and hope someone understands. But lately…

Things change and maybe in some way I have as well. I'm sure I have, but it seems more than that. No doubt something I wrote a couple of years ago would be different if I wrote it now. Better? Well, that's not my call. But I try.

Over the weekend two stories hit the news here. One a 12 yo girl was granted the right by the family court in Melbourne to begin treatment to become, he. This stirred some reaction and almost prompted a call from me to one radio station here in Sydney. I went to bed instead. The other a prominent artist that's been around for decades has a show at a well known Sydney gallery. The gallery did a promo on their website. One of the images was of a 13 yo girl naked, amongst others. I know of him but have not seen the works in question. After complaints the police raided the gallery and seized the images and the whohah continues some days later.

Politicians cry disgust and the moral supremacists site paedophilia statistics that make no sense and play on fear and hysteria. The art community is up in arms (figuratively) , interest groups lobby for position and the press play games.

Two little incidents in as many days and what the hell do they have to do with here?

See it's attitude. We, all of us, are being marginalised. We allow this creeping conservatism because we do not object. Maybe that is my feeling here as well. Too many object when a story does not follow their ideal. But hey, that's what we have authors for. Sweet and cute is fine and dandy, but so is dark or edgy or nasty or brutal or even disgusting. You don't have to read it. You don't have to like it. But the story is what it is and it belongs to the author and then the audience. Talk, discuss, object if you will. Just don't play politics or pretend moral superiority.

I hold no objection to anything or anyone posting or reading here. I have no right to do so. Some I like some I don't. So it goes. Think of me what you will. I have made friends here. Enemies? I don't think so, but perhaps a few do not like my style or manner or whatever. 'Quite frankly my dear….' But of course that is not entirely true, it does matter and I do feel.

BC has changed, just the nature of things perhaps, yet more than half a dozen people that I talk to have said the same thing in recent weeks. So I post this to prompt discussion and thought. It is not meant as an attack on anyone, so do not take it as such. Agree or tell me I'm full of it. That's fine. I like this place. I want to see it strong and vibrant. To me it is slipping and I don't want that. So…..

Respectfully
Pompous opinionated semi bitch, with a soft centre
Kristina