Bashing Queensland's revolting gay panic laws
Moira Rayner
Abstract
Moira Rayner
Abstract
My dad had just picked me up from night studies in the law library when we heard the screams. A chunky boy raced past, shirt tail flying, crying. I held out my arms but he pushed past and ran through. Then I heard shouting, yelping and laughing, and three young men flew past in pursuit. My dad just said, come on, and I said, what was that, and he said, we're going to the police.
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My dad had just picked me up from night studies in the law library when we heard the screams. A chunky boy raced past, shirt tail flying, crying. I held out my arms but he pushed past and ran through. Then I heard shouting, yelping and laughing, and three young men flew past in pursuit. My dad just said, come on, and I said, what was that, and he said, we're going to the police.
Key concepts: Crying, Law, Project commissioning, Publishing, Panic, Media studies, Moral panic, History