On February 1 2013 Same Same published a story on Carl Katter’s political aspirations. On August 10 2015 Crikey also published comments on Carl Katter’s political aspirations. Crikey referred to the Same Same article:
Carl Katter has long flagged that he’s interested in a political career, saying he wanted to run before the 2013 election after joining the party in late 2012. We hope that preselection won’t tame Katter’s honest Twitter presence, including this exchange with Freedom Commissioner Tim Wilson in 2013 that was later deleted (and caught by SameSame):
The following snapshot of a Twitter exchange appeared in both articles:
I run a public Facebook group called “Proud to be a Second-Class Australian“. The aim of the group is to stimulate awareness of discrimination and to motivate people to campaign for LGBTIQ rights. I post a significant amount of content as part of my activism. Members can also post relevant content freely. I like to ensure what I post is “warts and all”, in an effort to eliminate bias.
On August 10 I posted the aforementioned graphic to the Facebook group, including a link to the Crikey article. I captioned the image “I said love, I said pet, I said princess.” Shortly after posting the image I received a message from Carl Katter and then he blocked me. Fair enough. He’s entitled to do this. He did this a couple of years ago too. Some time in the middle he unblocked me. I guess at that point he felt he wanted me back as a Facebook friend.
Here is what he sent me on both occasions:
A little after receiving this message I got a warning on Facebook that I had breached their “community standards” and notification of a 7 day ban on posting to Facebook. This means that someone had reported content I had posted on Facebook and Facebook had decided it was somehow inappropriate. This is the message Facebook sent me:
I’m about 6 days through the 7 day ban:
It’s been a frustrating week for me as this ban has severely limited my capacity to do my activism. It’s been the busiest news week in 11 years on marriage equality. It’s been the week in which I was the key player in breaking a story on a controversial reparative (“gay cure”) therapist coming to talk to a Melbourne Jewish child sexual abuse group. It’s been the week one the biggest marriage equality rallies ever happened in Melbourne. It’s been the week Carl Katter probably needed some good publicity in his election campaign. It’s also been another week I’ve not needed more unnecessary distractions in my personal life.
So I ask the question why Carl Katter would not want me to post a picture that is already in the public domain, about comments he posted on Twitter two years ago. Why would he block me on Facebook for doing this? Why would someone concerned about Carl Katter’s reputation report a photo of a public Twitter conversation including him to Facebook that resulted in me copping a harsh 7-day posting ban? I get no say in this outcome on Facebook. I just have to cop it sweet. I’ve mostly managed to work around it but it’s wasted my time and significantly diminished my capacity to fight for LGBTIQ equality during a particularly important week.
If Carl Katter is concerned about his image and if he wants to maximise his chances of winning the seat of Higgins, it certainly doesn’t bode well for him to piss off gay rights activists.
Why am I so harsh on him? He’s abused me. He’s abused my husband Gregory. He’s abused other people in the LGBTIQ community. If he is going to stand for public office he needs to stop abusing people. Actually, he needs to stop abusing people irrespective of whether he is standing for public office. But he is not going to get away with abusing people when he stands for public office. Carl Katter needs to be accountable for his words.
Carl Katter, meet Barbra Streisand.
My husband Gregory and I went to Canberra for the wedding of our friends Melanie and Ari on December 7 2014. That day was also the first anniversary of same-sex marriages being temporarily legalised in the Australian Capital Territory.
Ari invited me to deliver a message of Marriage Equality at the wedding, as a friend of his who is an activist for marriage equality and as a man who was recently married to a man in New Zealand. I was honoured to have been asked and without hesitation I accepted.
Ari and Mel object to the Federal government’s refusal to legislate in favour of Marriage Equality in Australia and they, along with an increasing number of opposite-sex couples, are incorporating statements of protest in their wedding ceremonies.
I read the following statement:
Speech for Mel & Ari’s wedding – December 7 2014
Today… the celebrant will declare as a requirement that marriage is the coming together of a woman and a man. Just remember that as these mandatory words are said today my husband Gregory and I stand in defiance of them.
I know Mel and Ari would rather this formality was not part of the proceedings. So rather than let it diminish the occasion, I’m going to treat the clause as a gift from the government, to mark a point in time where we all aspired for greater freedom, equality, dignity and humanity. When the discrimination in the law is erased and marriage is available to all, this will be a memento of the sweet success of that win.
I’m grateful for the friendship Gregory and I have with these two fine people, about to be married here today. We value the respect they have for our relationship and without hesitation we deeply respect theirs. As different as we may be individually, we share a love for our respective partners and in that, our relationships are truly equal.
If you’re attending a wedding between a woman and a man in Australia, ask the bride or groom if they’ve planned a Marriage Equality statement for their ceremony. If they haven’t, send them this article and suggest they do it, in the name of equality. It’s important, and it’s too easy.
January 30, 2014
Queenstown, New Zealand
I ask everyone here today to witness that I Michael Nathan Barnett choose you Gregory Paul Storer to be my legal husband.
Gregory. If I were asked to describe in one word what you mean to me it would simply be: “Everything”. You mean the world to me – in *so* many ways…
Setting out to climb Mt Amos in Tasmania, a 15 year goal of mine. Reaching the top, together, amazed at our efforts and the breathtaking views surrounding us.
Stopping by the roadside as we return from Mt Gambier to watch a koala bound up it’s tree.
Sitting in a forest at dusk, just us and some tiny bats getting their dinner.
Walking through a Croajingolong coastal heathland filled with the prettiest wild flowers.
Dining on Bala’s curries while enjoying a St Kilda beach sunset, then journeying to see the fairy penguins and the mischievous water rats.
Returning from our first equality rally in Albury to find a magnificent echidna, roadside, digging and snuffling for ants.
Drinks at the Laird enjoying the best of what it means to be a man.
Sharing a dinner of poached salmon and ginger while watching Q&A.
Standing on a 380 million year old mountain range in the Grampians, free from every care in the world.
Coffee and cakes at Grecos with Caitlin & Tomas.
Protesting for our rights at every Equal Love rally.
Brunches at La Cafe and walks along Carlisle Street.
Our kiss, in front of wildly fanatical protestors at the 2012 Global Atheist Convention that starts a worldwide viral sensation.
Standing by your side as you buried your sister and your parents.
Having a fight… and learning from our mistakes.
Your face nuzzled in *my* furry chest. Your arms around me. Your warm kiss on my lips.
Star gazing together into infinity at Mt Baimbridge and Bastion Point. Trying to comprehend the sheer insignificance of our presence in *this* universe. Realizing the meaninglessness of our existence. Marvelling at the scale of just *what* is out there.
He’ll have a long black, make mine a long macchiato… with Equal.
Smoked salmon on Vita Weat.
Despairing together over the plight of those who don’t have a meal, those who don’t have a home, those who don’t have a country, those who have less than us and those who don’t know what they don’t have. Crying, and trying to feel *their* pain.
You finding a tiny orchid on the forest floor, so delicate and pretty, for *me* to photograph.
Transforming our bodies from beyond obese – to amazingly healthy and fit.
Watching skillful New Holland Honeyeaters at Gypsy Point, them – plucking bugs from the air and us – sharing a freshly baked blueberry muffin.
Warming our frozen bodies with a delicious brewed coffee and hot toast and honey at the Sundial carpark.
Gado gado and Bali Coffee at Wong’s Cafe.
Becoming a truly loved son-in-law, brother-in-law and uncle to *my* most immediate family members.
A warm embrace after a long day as we fall asleep – together – in bed.
Interrupting my Cointreau chocolate mousse at Bridges last September in Ubud, to sweep me off my feet with the most unexpected and truly wonderful marriage proposal.
Gregory, YOU are the person who has brought so much into *my* life – every one of these amazing experiences – and *so* much more. Each one different from the other and all equally wondrous.
The first five years of our relationship have been a fantastic journey. I can’t tell you how much I am looking forward to completing this journey with you – in whatever form it takes.
Life is unpredictable – and *forever* is hard to comprehend, but I want to do it with you, by your side, for however long we can be together – as your friend… your companion… your adventurer… your activist… your lover… your man… your Mikey Bear…… and your husband.
You can read the vows Gregory said to me here.
It really doesn’t get more heart-felt or political than this letter written by our 8 year-old niece Abbey today.
Tony, listen to the kids!
To Tony Abbott
my name is Abbey and I am 8 years old.
My unkls are gaye and we had to go to
New Zeland to have ther wedding it is going
To be on TV it’s called Living with the Enemy they
wont to get marred in Astralea but thats eligle
I will write to you once a day for a week.
P.S. I wold like the law changed.