We hold hands, they point fingers and throw stares

A week and a half ago, my husband Mitch and I were walking home- and copped "faggots" from a  complete stranger. This happens too often.  It shouldn't have happened at all. It is certainly not the worst we have been called. It happened to be the night of the 30th anniversary of my admission as a solicitor.

I put up a two or three line comment about it on Facebook- and over 200 Facebook friends responded, and over 150 comments. Next thing you know, I was asked by the editor of Brisbane times to write an article, in time for Valentines Day. Here it is.