Welcome

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Welcome to my collection of sites about us blokes!

By way of introduction, I’m a post-war baby-boomer, White Australian, Gay Christian Male with a commitment to non-violent living.  And in all that I find the joys and hopes the grief and anguish of life!!!

I am also a Community Jester and Ritual Maker. Some of my life is lived here in the cyber-world of open speech and free expression which I hope you will share.

The image I use for this intro is dated as you will notice. However, it is a significant image as it was taken at the 2002 NAIDOC Day celebrations at Musgrave Park in Brisbane. I was lining up to get a bit of face painting done by a young Aboriginal lad who was providing  the popular images of animals features and the like. Before he started on me we had a bit of a chat and he asked if I would like him to paint a Bora Ring on my face. This was the result and it remains one of my treasured memories of a wonderful encounter across culture and generation.

This site is dedicated to my father, Alexander Robertson who inspired my social awareness and my commitment to social change for those on the edge of our community.I welcome your visit and your engagement with this site.

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Alexander Robertson 1921-1992

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