I am completely against demands for the Australian government to introduce an Act for Gay Marriage.

Underneath the enjoyable perve-fest of the Olympics lie some darker, more confronting truths.

Rising interest rates, high-cost housing and the search for peace and quiet is driving more Australians out of the city and into the suburbs.

Peter Stokes of the Salt Shakers, in response to my 'Guilt-free Catholic' opinion piece, says homosexuals can "change". My friend Jonathan tried to kill himself twice because the Salt Shakers told him he could "change", and that it was a challenge sent to him by god.

Many a young person has walked into my office muttering, "Shepparton is a red-neck, homophobic, dead-end town - I wanna move to Melbourne!", but is Shepparton really so bad? Greater Shepparton, or Goulburn Valley (GV), is home to over 80,000 residents.

I was born gay, redheaded and Catholic. Two of these things I could not change, no matter how many packets of hair dye or copies of Playboy I bought. Shaking off my Catholic upbringing seemed like a logical part of my development as a freethinking adult.

Muscle Marys can be an obsessive breed. Sometimes I really do think I'm at KFC when I hear them agonising over a man's worth according to the firmness of his breast, his arms, his thighs.

We heard last week that the Rudd government had given the go-ahead for gay and lesbian couples to gain full access to the Family Court. It's another welcome step on the ladder of equality.

OPINION 

Fat bears, you are beautiful - but I'm fascinated by this chubby phenomenon that seems to be gripping some of you and your admirers. If reports from the United States are true, there are an increasing number of guys out there who are turned on by men getting fatter and fatter. Their ultimate turn-ons are guys who are close to eating themselves to death.