|Photo description: A poster reading "Vote Yes: Love they Neighbour" over a background of a blue and pink triangle.|
What it's like to be a member of a minority required to sit back while neighbours get to vote on our relationships. Total strangers going into a voting box and determining what the course of your life will be. What it's like to hear the rhetoric around the subject of your relationship, to hear people blame your love for earthquakes and hurricanes and droughts. What it's like to have preachers, who claim to follow a loving God, say that that loving God punishes you for your love and for your life. What it's like to have a lifestyle when everyone else has a life.
Does anybody ever wonder?
Why they have the right to vote on another's life.
In some societies they throw stones at gay people, in others they cast ballots.
Does anybody ever wonder about that?
How it comes to be that love is ranked, measured and valued differently.
Why is your love for your partner more beautiful than mine for mine?
Why is your heart, which beats in time with mine, the one that the world dances to?
Why is your relationship sacred and mine profane?
Does anyone ever wonder?
Why we humans have the need to sit in judgement on another's worth.
It must be a need.
It seems we never turn down the opportunity.
Today, Ireland votes on the 'issue' (it's an issue, think of that, an issue) of gay marriage. We may win. We may lose. But even if we win, I will look at all the no votes, the ones cast, not against gay marriage but at me, and at every gay person they know, and wonder who they are. I no longer fear them. But I don't understand how they could reconcile the act of going to a voting booth and voting about the hearts and lives of other with their belief in freedom and liberty and justice.