One story that broke during my blogging hiatus last month was the Bye Bye Blasphemy party held in London, celebrating the repeal of the blasphemy laws in the Criminal Justice and Immigration Act. As I’ve previously blogged, that legislation also introduced the ill thought out violent pornography legislation. The Pink Paper reports that at this celebration Ian McKellen read out the poem ‘The Love That Dares to Speak Its Name’ by James Kirkup. The poem was at the heart of a blasphemy prosecution of Gay News in the 1970’s after it published the poem. That case went to the European Court of Human Rights and makes it interesting reading. Take a look at Gay News Ltd. and Lemon v United Kingdom (1983) 5 E.H.R.R. 123 and R v Lemon, R v Gay News Ltd.  3 W.L.R. 404. Both are available on Westlaw. There are some linked journal articles there too.
I, the centurion, took him in my arms-
the tough lean body
of a man no longer young,
but well hung.
While they prepared the tomb
I kept guard over him.
His mother and the Magdalen
had gone to fetch clean linen
to shroud his nakedness.
For the last time
I kissed his mouth. My tongue
found his, bitter with death.
I licked his wound-
the blood was harsh
For the last time
I laid my lips around the tip
of that great cock, the instrument
of our salvation, our eternal joy.
The shaft, still throbbed, anointed
with death’s final ejaculation .
with Herod’s guards, with Pontius Pilate,
With John the Baptist, with Paul of Tarsus
with foxy Judas, a great kisser, with
the rest of the Twelve, together and apart.
He loved all men, body, soul and spirit. – even me.
lay together with him in his desolation,
caressing every shadow of his cooling flesh,
hugging him and trying to warm him back to life.
Slowly the fire in his thighs went out,
while I grew hotter with unearthly love.
to tell him of my long devotion, my desire, my dread-
something we had never talked about. My spear, wet with blood,
his dear, broken body all open wounds,
and in each wound his side, his back,
his mouth – I came and came and came .
And then the miracle possessed us.
I felt him enter into me, and fiercely spend
his spirit’s finbal seed within my hole, my soul,
pulse upon pulse, unto the ends of the earth-
he crucified me with him into kingdom come.
same-sex lovers suffer, patiently and gladly.
They inflict these loving injuries of joy and grace
one upon the other, till they dies of lust and pain
within the horny paradise of one another’s limbs,
with one voice cry to heaven in a last divine release.
of resurrection, as we did, on that green hill far away.
But before we rose again, they came and took him from me.
They knew no what we had done, but felt
no shame or anger. Rather they were gald for us,
and blessed us, as would he, who loved all men.
in which I roamed the gardens of my grief
seeking for him, my one friend who had gone from me,
he rose from sleep, at dawn, and showed himself to me before
all others. And took me to him with
the love that now forever dares to speak its name.