It is hard to write anything tonight as my stomach is in knots. Tomorrow is voting day. The simple question ‘Should we extend marriage rights to gay couples?’ has become complicated. Only a few months ago there was a large Yes majority, which has been greatly reduced since the mischievious addition of the welfare of children to the debate. The poster ‘Every child deserves a mother and a father’ certainly got to many.
The funny thing is no one is speaking of the families who will gain two mothers!
My thoughts are with my brother and his partner tonight, and all those who wait for tomorrows results. As I think of it I am so angry, that it has come to this. How ridiculous that we can discriminate against love in this way; that my brother, who shared a life with me, needs to ask his fellow countrymen, his hetrosexual countrymen, for permission to marry.
For those of you not living here, I apologise for another post on this topic, but the island of Ireland is totally gripped by this referendum. Families have been divided and friendships lost and others tested. Large numbers of new voters, just eighteen years old, have registered for the first time. Large numbers are returning from abroad to vote and others have cancelled travel plans. Many believe it is a young versus old vote. I wish it were that simple. I think the truth is that this question is asking more than if you agree with same sex marriage, this question is asking do you accept homosexuality.
Tomorrow we will discover, if this country I love is a place to be proud of, if it’s people, my people accept homosexuality and believe in equality.
No wonder I feel sick.