Coroner & Legal
Time for Turnbull to walk the talk on gay marriage
It is an abomination that Michael Kirby is gay.
Ever since Malcolm Turnbull introduced me to him in Sydney decades ago, when Kirby was Chairman of the Law Reform Commission, I’ve been besotted and rather hoped he would one day leap into the closet and declare his heterosexuality. As if.
Kirby was in the company of a charming LRC colleague and by the time we had finished a cuppa or two, I think the feral conversation had a speed dating velocity that left one with aching jaws from laughter and from discussing everything from the likes of Kafka, the Durrell brothers, Plutarch’s Lives, Nefertiti, the source of the Nile, domestic violence, drugs and the burgeoning underclass, such as our homeless and the dismal health of our indigenous brothers and sisters.
The Judge would not remember the meeting, but I have never forgotten it.
Kirby has a powerful and sexually charged intellectual energy sheathed in a scholarly gravitas.
His wicked sense of humour, Richard Burton-type pockmarked skin, that sonorous voice, infectious enthusiasm and affable inclusiveness is surely very attractive. Period.
And I’m not the only straight in the village who thinks so …