366 in 2012

366 in 2012

Sunday: tequila demon skull birthday present
I was hungover to hell and back after my Cry-Baby party (the punch will go down in history). This demon-skull tequila bottle was a present from Tom. An excellent present.

Monday: Labour Day family dinner
It was a long weekend so our family dinner was on Monday night.

Tuesday: demolition across the road from home
We have a building site across the road – they’ve demolished the garage and the strip club.

Wednesday: instant coffee is too bleak for words
Instant coffee is too bleak for words.

Thursday: doesn't everyone need a studded acid wash denim vest?
Shopping for basics. Doesn’t everyone need a studded acid wash denim vest?

Friday: I had planned on a quite night in post-tattoo. Did not quite work out that way.
I had planned on a quiet night in after my bat tattoo, but we had ciders and beers and then I went to a bar and … it was not so quiet after all.

Saturday: Magnus was perplexed
At the wedding of two of my favourite friends. Magnus, another friend’s baby, was there and seemed perplexed by the whole business.


Self portrait


Never leave us again!

Never one to avoid making a fuss when there is fuss to be made, the inimitable Jo Hubris wrangled a motley group of my favourite people to meet at Wellington Airport at an ungodly hour on a Sunday to welcome home Laura and Tim after their month in the USA.

Kim and Jo with the signs Jo made

1They're almost here

People star exiting the plane

Laura is just the cutest

White Stripes themed leis for Tim

They were surprised. It was brilliant.

It turns out I find animals very stressful


Craig told me he had a surprise for me on my birthday. I had absolutely no idea. I thought maybe a nice lunch? a movie? shopping? tattoos?
That is, until my sister sent me a txt with multiple animal emoji. Nice one, Jayne.

Gnawing on pear

He had bought me a ‘red panda encounter’ at Wellington Zoo. You go into the enclosure and they climb all over you while you feed them pears and grapes.
Feeding red pandas is not something I would ever ever have chosen for myself.
I mean, the whole point is that they climb on you and you feed them fruit. Neither of these things sounded appealing. I felt like the worst person in the world.


Thankfully, Craig warned the keeper that I was not overly enthused, and helped keep the pandas off me.
I prefer my animals at a distance. And through a lens.


But they are pretty damn cute.

I love the way they hold their food

Chewing Panda


And look! I even fed them a couple of times.

In the photos taken by the zookeeper I look … nervous.

Panda photos taken by the zookeeper

Panda photos taken by the zookeeper

But I couldn’t be too terrified of their little fox faces chewing on fruit. They are pretty much the cutest.

Gnawing on pear

We spent some time in the rest of the zoo as well. Like grown ups.

Lion lady

Little girl watching the lions


It was really close and kind of terrifying.



Panda photos taken by the zookeeper

366 in 2012

366 in 2012

Sunday: asparagus tart
I love asparagus season, I made a tart for family dinner.

Monday: bat friend & new glasses
Brand new specs and batfriend jumper.

Tuesday: sun and a pigeon friend on the waterfront
Glorious sun on the waterfront. I can imagine summer at this rate.

Wednesday: I coveted these shoes til I realised they were called the Jacob.
I coveted these wolf-face flats until I noticed they are called the Jacob. Ick.

Thursday: weird light on the way home
Creepy orange light on the way home from work.

Friday: Time Cinema
I was invited to Rajeev’s stag do – we rented Time Cinema in Lyall Bay, ate fried chicken & ribs then watched two of Rajeev’s short films and also Blazing Saddles.

Saturday: Charlotte at my Cry-Baby part
I had a Cry-Baby themed belated birthday party. It was most excellent.

A well-recorded life

Tuesday: Eastbourne Women's Club
Life was difficult and strange. The election was looming.

I travelled to Auckland for a very big tattoo.

Working bee fingernails
I was acting, exercising, learning to make the most of what I had.

Charm Bracelet: St Paul's Cathedral
I was back in New Zealand, temping, unhappy, gaining weight.

Louise Bourgeois & St Pauls
I lived in London and spent my birthday in Dublin.

He's looking at me!
I was newly married and living in suburbia.

366 in 2012

366 in 2012

Sunday: photobooth strips from Saturday night
There was a photobooth at the wedding we were at on Saturday night.

Monday: Birthday Panda!
I turned 29 and Craig took me to feed pandas. I’ll tell you more about that tomorrow.

Tuesday: vegetables & chili
After the … unholy amount of sugar on my birthday, I put all the vegetables into the chilli I made for dinner. All of the vegetables.

Wednesday: sticker on Cuba mall
Love this little guy and his camera and bow-tie. Pasted up in Cuba Mall.

Thursday: birthday resolution - more running
It wasn’t actually a birthday resolution but it may as well have been. I’ve started running again.

Friday: Doctor's Common
Lavender and red brick of Doctor’s Common in Mount Vic.

Saturday: curly fries with cousins at Daddy-O's
Finally making good on our christmas present, my sisters and I took our cousins out for a movie, curly fries, and milkshakes.


Purple Hair

A few of my favourite things: Devon Anna Smith

I just had to share this with you.

Dream Tattoo by Devon Anna Smith

One of my all-time favourite artists, Devon Anna Smith, did a run of temporary tattoos. I just broke into my pack to use the first. I chose the cat-face. It’s such fun.

It is becoming awkward, this obsession of mine, as Devon is a lovely lovely girl who I’ve managed to stalk on both twitter and instagram and almost in real life as well. I feel like the biggest dork. But, I mean, just look at her art. How can I not be obsessed?

Saturday: new print from Devon Anna Smith

Tuesday: my Devon Anna Smith original arrived!

I mean really!

Dream Tattoo by Devon Anna Smith

I think I might make this one permanent.

Devon Anna Smith: etsy

366 in 2012

366 in 2012

Sunday: family lunch at the botanic gardens
Peace flame.
We had a small family get-together at the botanical gardens to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the birth of my paternal grandfather.

Monday: shoe shopping with the Mrs
I received an email from Craig asking if I wanted to walk home and hold hands and maybe help him buy some shoes. How could I resist?

Tuesday: baking mini pies?
Trying to use up some pastry I tried to make individual apple pies. They kind of worked.

Wednesday: a night at home
Walking home past the iron cabbage trees of the library.

Thursday: Craig helped me dye my hurr
My handy and multi-talented missus helped me dye my roots & bleach the last of the pink out of my hair in preparation for turning it lavender.

Friday: macarons for my birthday weekend
One dozen macarons as birthday weekend treats.

Saturday: rainbow at Recycle Boutique
Dropping clothes off at Recycle Boutique, I love the rainbow of dresses in the window.


Lavender hair!
When I first had the streak put in my hair this was the colour I wanted it. It’s taken months and a lot of bleach and conditioning, but finally finally finally I have the lavender streak I was after.

Almost equal is almost bullshit: almost all of my submission

Amazing signs

So here’s the thing. My actual submission was more than 1600 words long. I don’t think you want to read all of that. Most of it, however, is below.

To the Government Administration Committee,

My name is Sarah-Rose Burke, I am 28 years old and I have been happily married to my husband for six years. I am also bisexual.

This submission is in support of the Marriage (Definition of Marriage) Amendment Bill.

It is by luck or by chance that the person I love is a man. That my relationship could be so wholly different under the law based on the gender of the person to whom I am attracted is something which I find baffling.

My sexuality is as much a choice as my height. At 5’1”, I have often been asked, “Isn’t it strange being so short?” I have no way to answer that. I have never been anything other than short.
Being short is like being regular height, only people laugh when you can’t reach things. Being bisexual or homosexual is like being heterosexual, only you don’t have the same basic rights under the law as heterosexuals. That is no laughing matter.

However it is not my bisexuality that validates my support of marriage equality. My being a rational human being does that.
My heterosexual husband and I both support marriage equality.

For the past 8 years in New Zealand the Civil Union Act 2004 has allowed same-sex couples to legally recognise their unions. Unions which have the same qualities as marriage but are intrinsically not marriage. Our legal system allows same-sex couples to get ever so close to marriage equality yet still denies it. The Civil Union Act was fine, as a first step. After eight years the next step is overdue.

I have heard the argument that allowing same-sex marriage will allow for polygamy, or for people to marry their pets. That it is a slippery slope. The same arguments were made 120 years ago in New Zealand: that if the government allowed women to vote, soon children would be voting, or cats would be allowed a vote. This has not happened. The slope is not that slippery.

I have heard arguments that this bill should not be passed because “a mum and a mum is different to a mum and a dad.” While the semantics of this statement may be true, the overwhelming evidence has shown, and continues to show, that it is family processes (such as the quality of parenting, the psychosocial well-being of parents, the quality of and satisfaction with relationships within the family, and the level of co-operation and harmony between parents) that contribute most to the wellbeing of children.

Marriage is, under New Zealand law, not couched in terms relating to procreation. If this were the case sterile men and women would not be able to marry. Couples, who discover after marriage that they are infertile, should be compelled to divorce. My husband and I have been married for 6 years without producing a child – at what point does our marriage become invalidated? What if we choose to never have children?
Marriage is not about procreation. Marriage is about commitment.

In New Zealand there are only around 100 adoptions per year. Given that a single homosexual person can already adopt a child; there is no evidence to suspect a greater uptake in adoption applications from homosexual couples.

What has been shown is that lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender youths have a far greater risk of suicide and self-harming behaviours. These behaviours, including unsafe sexual behaviour, are very strongly associated with low self-esteem and feelings of isolation and marginalisation. These in turn are closely linked to prejudice and discrimination.

Recent reports show that 1 in 5 LGBT youths in New Zealand have harmed themselves and around half have attempted suicide. In a country with already astoundingly high rates of suicide, the fact that LGBT youths have a suicide rate 8 times that of their peers is shameful. It is something that needs to be urgently addressed; New Zealand is failing LGBT youths and this must be recognised.

The marginalisation you experience when you are different to your friends is not always overt. I don’t remember exactly when I got the message that I was to hide that side of myself. Simply by not being recognised as equal the message sent to young people who aren’t heterosexual is “you are different. You are wrong. You are not like the rest of us.” It’s a lonely, painful place to be.

The law recognises couples in same-sex relationships as “other.” There is a law for the general population and a law for the gay population. I feel like my marriage is weakened by the fact that those I love who are in same-sex relationships cannot share in this institution. Marriage will be made stronger by making it free.

We live in a more liberal time. Polls consistently show that most people under the age of 35 support marriage equality.
The time to make this law has come.

Thank you.