Here at the end of the rainbow

Rosanna and I took David Jane out to Kathy Griffin for his birthday last night.

The Opera House forecourt was adorned with lots of hot, happy men. We were talking about the GetUp! marriage matters clip and in the light of the early evening I was thinking it would be nice to be in a relationship again. Hell, even just for someone to argue with me about roadmaps.

Madam D-List opened the show by proposing that she should speak ‘ranga to ranga’ with our prime minister about gay marriage to thunderous applause and cheering.

I looked at the crowd. We were all different. Among a few thousand people, there were parents, boyfriends and girlfriends, sons and daughters. But here, at the end of our rainbow, there were no husbands or wives.

These furry and fresh-faced men and women who pay their taxes, part their hair on the right side of their head, call their mums once a week and care for their mates and community are without society’s blessing … but for how long?

On an empty dancefloor, it takes one person to get up and start dancing, but another to follow before more join in. As much as it’s true under a disco ball, it’s as true as it is to get governments and societies to change.

It’s also true that the lead needs to be courageous and confident, and the followers to be stoic in their resolve to remain unaffected by others, when finally, there are no spectators, only a common rhythm.

We’ve done so much to assist a public conscience vote by showing just how obvious this inequity is. Let’s hope our leaders look to their hearts and experience a private conscience moment before they get dressed every morning.

Anyway, all this rallying and placard-waving is hard to juggle with kids’ Christmas parties. Let’s just say we’re equal and get on with the real stuff, like getting lost on a road trip using paper maps.