“It has passed!!”, was the text I received from a colleague late this afternoon. As I was at “Christmas Drinks”, I missed the actual moment when the marriage equality laws passed through the Australian Parliament, but I received a bunch of messages from friends, family and workmates to tell me so.
David Marr summed it up best, when he said…
This is a massive moment. When I was a young man, people like me were sent to jail for having sex. And I’ve lived long enough to see the community welcome this unimaginable thing of saying we can now marry… That’s – that’s a journey. And all those wonderful people – not me – all those wonderful people who fought all those years, all those years, and who risked shame and – do you remember those early debates when people had shit thrown over them when they were debating these issues on ABC TV? Those wonderful warriors, some of them are still around. I honour them. I really honour them.
Though the law changes enable people who are transgender or intersex to also marry (the law no longer defines marriage as between a man and a woman), there are still lots of areas of discrimination. There’s still lots of hatred. People still find it difficult to “come out”. And in many parts of the world people are still being discriminated, or even put to death. A great move in Australia, but there are still lots of “my people” who need help.
“Excellent news. Now I’ll have to find a husband!!”, I replied, to my colleagues text message. “That won’t take you long!!”, she said. The challenge is out there!!!
I think I developed a slight crush tonight on the American politician, Jim McGreevey, who featured prominently on a documentary on SBS television about American politics and homosexuality.
He was the Governor of New Jersey who resigned after admitting to an extra-marital relationship with a man, thus ending both his political career, as well as his marriage. He’s quite charismatic, and physically, he’s of that clean cut, slightly nerdy look that I quite like.
The focus for the documentary – called “Outrage” – was on “closeted” American politicians.
The main narrative concerned the outing of a number of mostly conservative American politicians whose voting record was at odds with their personal lives. That is, they voted against a whole range of pro-gay legislation, and often spoke openly against gay issues, but in their personal lives were either married to a woman, or remained single, but who still engaged in same-sex sexuality activity.
It wasn’t entirely judgemental, though. There was a degree of sympathy for these men who, for a range of reasons, chose to live lives which may not have been at the essence of their core as an individual. They were of a different time. They had religious beliefs. There again, you have the simple life choices that we all make. There were many reasons offered to explain why they were the way they are, so it wasn’t entirely polemical.
I thought it was a really great documentary. I was amazed by the honesty and the way the documentary featured people who spoke openly about their relationships – including some sexual detail – with politicians. I doubt Australian defamation laws would have coped all that well with a documentary like this one.
Lately, I’ve been recording some incredible interviews for my Limb Shift podcast. This episode features the brilliant Madeleine Stewart. Born with a limb difference, Madeleine wore a prosthetic arm for several years before deciding it wasn’t for her. She is a talented actor, comedian, and passionate disability advocate—and, quite frankly, she’s awesome.
“It’s not inspiration, it’s not pity, it’s normal. It’s saying you’re different, but we accept you and you’re just like us”. This philosophy serves as the cornerstone of Madeleine’s mission, a vibrant and unapologetic voice currently reshaping the Australian creative landscape.
Born in 1994, Madeleine entered the world on the twenty-sixth of May weighing just 1.1 kilograms, a “miracle baby” with one arm. Today, she stands as a multi-hyphenate artist—a comedian, actor, advocate, and filmmaker—whose work challenges the reductive narratives that have long defined the disability experience.
Growing up, Madeleine’s connection to the disability community was virtually non-existent, leaving her to navigate the complexities of her identity largely on her own. Her early life was spent navigating constant medical intervention, primarily at Westmead Children’s Hospital, where she was fitted for prosthetic arms she found largely alienating.
“I thought hospitals are for sick people or for people in pain, and I wasn’t sick and I wasn’t in pain,” she recalls. “I thought I felt normal, I felt healthy, I felt like every other kid, but I was treated differently and I couldn’t understand why”.
The physical impact of these early prosthetics was also significant and painful. Madeleine describes how, as a young girl, the devices were forced into sockets that caused rashes, itchiness, and ongoing pain while “hanging off the joint of my elbow”.
Beyond the discomfort, the practical limitations were stark. She recalls a childhood memory of playing in a “play maze” and becoming caught in the netting by her prosthetic arm, left hanging and calling for her mother while dozens of other parents looked on.
This incident cemented her view that the prosthetic was a hindrance rather than a tool, stating, “I naturally wanted to do things with one hand and I just couldn’t into the two-handed life”.
These medical challenges were compounded by the financial realities of the era. Growing up in the nineties and early two-thousands, before the implementation of the National Disability Insurance Scheme (NDIS)—an Australian government program designed to provide funding and support for people with permanent and significant disabilities—obtaining prosthetic limbs required a complex and often demoralising process of grassroots fundraising.
Madeleine describes having to visit Rotary Clubs to “sing my sad little song” to secure financial support for her artificial arms, with costs split between hospitals, local charities, and her own family. This constant pressure to justify her need for equipment through charity—often without anyone asking for her personal input or consent—left a lasting mark on her self-esteem. “A lot of effort, a lot of charity, a lot of singing my sad song, and that really cuts away at your self-esteem from a young age,” she reflects.
Her path to self-acceptance was paved by the unexpected influence of science fiction. When she was nervous about entering primary school, her brother introduced her to Star Wars and the character of Luke Skywalker. Seeing Luke embrace his mechanical hand as the tool of a Jedi rather than a sign of brokenness was transformative. “The confidence I had, I truly believed that I was a Jedi,” Madeleine says. “He restored peace to the galaxy. And he has one arm just like you”, her brother told her.
As Madeleine transitioned into adulthood, she found that the professional world—specifically the theatre industry—was far less welcoming. She was frequently told there was “no place for me in the industry”. Rather than retreating, she turned to the one space where she could reclaim her narrative: comedy.
A pivotal moment in her development occurred when she was sixteen and attended a show by Adam Hills, a celebrated Australian comedian and television presenter also known for his advocacy and Paralympic sport coverage. Madeleine waited to speak with him after the performance, and he encouraged her to pursue comedy.
However, Hills offered a candid piece of advice regarding the visibility of her limb difference. “He said that he for years was able to have, in his words, the luxury of being able to hide his disability and get his craft as a comedian like anyone else,” Madeleine explains.
“And he said, unfortunately, everyone’s going to see that you have one arm instantly, so you’re going to have to make jokes about disability”. Madeleine took this advice to heart, finding that “people are like, okay, we’re comfortable with this now. And then you can go on and talk about whatever you want”.
Madeleine’s comedy is marked by a sharp, cheeky subversion of how society perceives disability. This is evident in her creative output, including her ABC documentary and SBS podcast, both of which tackle the often-taboo subjects of intimacy and sexuality for people with disabilities.
She views these projects as vital for breaking down the dehumanising myths that follow disabled people into adulthood. “I just find it fascinating that people think that we can’t have sex or date,” Madeleine explains. “I think that people have these assumptions and people don’t know. And I think that it’s a, it’s a humanity thing. It’s about humanness of all of us”.
In her documentary and podcast work, she explores how a lack of adequate sex education in school left her and many others in the dark. “For me, it’s just like, oh, really? Really? So it’s like just basic sex ed baffled me during that podcast”.
Beyond education, she champions the inventiveness of the disabled community. “I think that is genius, the way that we can solve things, the way that we can go. Yeah, let’s figure this out”.
Madeleine’s work also acts as a rigorous critique of “inspiration porn”—the tendency of media to frame the daily lives of disabled people as inherently heroic. She notes that even her own film, designed to highlight the toxicity of such tropes, was met with praise that missed the mark. “The most common thing people say to me afterwards was how inspired they were on my film. And I just think I literally just look at them and go, did you watch the film?”.
Maddie appears in the film “Diving In” with fellow Limb Shift interview, Adam Bowes.
Despite the frustrations of existing in a world still grappling with ableism, Madeleine remains stubbornly optimistic. She sees the current rise in representation—and the increasing public discourse around neurodivergence and disability advocacy—as a necessary step toward genuine empathy.
“Every disabled person has friends and family and like a community around them, people who know them and care about them. And that that is advocacy too, because you’re showing people around you that you’re not this stereotype”.
Looking ahead, Madeleine is embracing a “semi-sabbatical” to recalibrate her creative output, stepping back from the relentless pace of her previous years to ask: “What do I actually want to create?”.
As she balances the two “trains” of comedy and advocacy, her long-term goal remains consistent: to ensure that the future of representation looks exactly like the inclusive, vibrant world she once saw on Playschool—a world where difference is acknowledged, but fundamentally, everyone is just normal.
Abril Felman
Madeleine’s journey is far from over, but she has already succeeded in shifting the spotlight, forcing audiences to see past the arm, past the “inspiration,” and directly into the reality of a human experience that is rich, funny, and entirely her own.
The audio from this interview will be featured in The Limb Shift later in the year. Click on the links above for Spotify, Apple and Youtube to follow the launch.
There is a beautiful piece of public art in Lismore which I adore. The work features a young Indigenous boy, with a broad smile, and a curious look in his eyes.
It’s part of the Back Alley Gallery which, as the name implies, features public art in the back laneways of the city.
A couple of weeks ago I published a short video taken in one part of the gallery. Unfortunately, though some of the gallery was closed off to the public. Today, however, there was a chance to walk down the closed off streets and record another video.
So here they are.. the two videos in order. A hint: the second video shot a few minutes ago is the more interesting one in my opinion.
An unplanned trip to Lismore, particularly when dealing with difficult family matters (family funeral planniing), can leave little time for personal planning. So if you should ever find yourself in Lismore with nothing planned, here are some fun things to do.
Head to the Lismore Workers Club for their Saturday meat raffles, kicking off every week from 1:00 pm. It’s a hugely popular event, drawing a crowd of maybe 200 people sitting around the main area. While I wasn’t lucky this time, I vividly recall winning enough meat trays here right before the 2022 Lismore flood to fully stock my sister’s freezer—a gesture that, sadly, didn’t survive the disaster along with everything else.
Take a moment to visit the Lismore River Mural. It’s a powerful tribute to the community’s resilience following the devastating 2022 flood. The artwork captures the scale of the disaster, which impacted far wider than just Lismore. It also highlights the legendary ‘Tinny Army’—the spontaneous, courageous local volunteers who used their small aluminium boats (tinnies) to rescue thousands of people from rising waters. On a lighter note, while trying to get a closer look at the mural recently, I briefly lost control of my mobility scooter—a minor wobble compared to the chaos the town endured, but certainly an unexpected adventure!
For a quick, satisfying Saturday lunch, I highly recommend Hing’s Chinese and Vietnamese Restaurant. I managed to slip in and grab an order, specifically the mixed entrée, just before their afternoon closing time of 2:00 pm. They are a staple of the local food scene, and a reminder that even after the floods, Lismore’s vibrant small businesses are still serving up quality food. Be sure to check their exact hours, but if you’re in the centre of town near lunchtime, it’s worth a visit!To engage with the region’s deep cultural heritage, visit the Lismore Regional Gallery. Right now, they are hosting an incredible exhibition dedicated to local Bundjalung women’s weaving. This is a wonderful opportunity to see contemporary Indigenous art, learn about the traditional practices of the local community, and appreciate the intricate artistry involved. The gallery is a fantastic, calming space in the heart of the city—a perfect place to find quiet reflection and connection to the Northern Rivers area.I wrapped up my day with a great meal at a nearby Indian restaurant before heading to the Metropole Hotel for the iconic local event, LOVEMORE. LOVEMORE is a brilliant, inclusive LGBTQIA+ night presented by the “Where Love Lives” initiative, dedicated to celebrating diversity and unity in the Northern Rivers. The atmosphere is always electric, pumped up by house and disco beats. On this particular night, the entertainment was capped off with a spectacular performance by local drag artist, Rubella, who brought the house down! While the dance floor was absolutely packed with people grooving to the music, I didn’t quite get my own mobility scooter out for a spin, though I got pretty close to joining in! It’s a wonderful place to experience Lismore’s big heart and vibrant community spirit.
With all of this interest in dust-storms today, and in particular, how bad it’s been in Broken Hill, I’m reminded of the only time I’ve ever been through a dust storm, while living in South Australia.
This photograph was taken from my front door while living in Paringa, on the outskirts of Renmark. At the time I thought it was pretty bad, but it’s actually reasonably mild in comparison to some of the stuff that’s out there.
There was one other occasion when I was travelling between Wagga and Deniliquin when it also got really bad. We actually had to stop on the road for half an hour or so due to low visibility.
But I’ve never lived through one of the really big dust storms.
For over three decades, I have made a living asking the questions. As a radio broadcaster and manager, I prided myself on having the “full picture.” I believed I understood the varieties of the human condition, and I certainly considered myself a “good ally” to the disability community. I did lots of interviews, I helped develop content, I used the correct terminology, and I slept well believing I was on the “right side of history”.
Then, two years ago, the script changed.
Becoming a lower-limb amputee didn’t just alter how I navigate the physical world. It exposed my own profound blind spots. In some ways, it shattered the illusion of my allyship and replaced it with a stark reality that no amount of research could have prepared me for.
Before, when I walked into a studio or a meeting room, my authority was taken as read. But as I returned to work, I started to find my capability was being questioned or debated before I’ve even reached the microphone.
But today, on International Day of People with Disability (IDPWD), I am reminded that my learning curve has only just begun.
I am taking part in a panel discussion here at work at today, sitting alongside colleagues who live with a range of different disabilities. Listening to their stories, I know my experience—visible, physical, obvious—is just one fragment of a much larger picture.
I have had to learn that disability is not a monolith.
There are 5.5 million Australians living with disability. That is more than 1 in 5 of us. But if you are picturing a wheelchair, you are missing the vast majority of the story.
90% of disabilities are invisible. They are neurodivergence, chronic pain, sensory impairments, and psychosocial conditions.
It is not just about birth. While many disabilities are congenital, the majority are acquired. It is the only minority group that anyone can join at any moment—a car accident, a stroke, a fall, or simply the process of ageing.
By treating this as a “niche” issue in our newsrooms, we are ignoring 20 per cent of our audience. We are missing stories of innovation, resilience, and systemic failure because we are too busy looking for tragedy. Or “inspiration porn”, as disability advocate Stella Young oce described it. referring to stories about people with disability who are “amazing”.
Do you need to have a disability to report on it well?
No. You don’t.
You don’t need to be an amputee to understand the importance of a ramp, just as you don’t need to be a politician to report on parliament. Good journalism is about empathy, rigour, and curiosity, not just lived experience.
But let me tell you: it helps.
Having lived experience acts as a filter. It helps you distinguish between a “heartwarming” fluff piece and a story about systemic neglect. It stops you from asking “What happened to you?” and starts you asking “Why isn’t this building accessible?” It shifts the focus from pity to rights.
So, as I join this panel later today, I have rewritten my own editorial guidelines.
If you are an able-bodied journalist, your job today is to listen—really listen—without the filter of sympathy. And if you live with disability, speak up. Your perspective is not a “special interest”; it is the vital, missing piece of the national conversation.
For me, and others, this is where the story begins.
Attending the 2023 Andrew Olle Media Lecture
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I love David Marr and his respectful reminder of our history and of those who suffered greatly, and those that fought the long fight for equality. I bow to them also.
You’re right that there is a long way to go – you only have to look at the results of the vote in certain areas of Sydney. I have been really surprised and disappointed by the views expressed by some of my colleagues about this and I’d like to think we’re a super-LGBTI-friendly workplace.
I love David Marr and his respectful reminder of our history and of those who suffered greatly, and those that fought the long fight for equality. I bow to them also.
Yes indeed. One of the best things I’ve done in my life…
https://jamesobrien.blog/2016/02/10/memories-of-mardi-gras-1978/
FINALLY!
You’re right that there is a long way to go – you only have to look at the results of the vote in certain areas of Sydney. I have been really surprised and disappointed by the views expressed by some of my colleagues about this and I’d like to think we’re a super-LGBTI-friendly workplace.
That surprises me also.
Nicely said James (and David).
He’s a bit of a legend.