I cried in my car yesterday seeing the ‘no’ posters along the Clontarf Road for the first time.
I had seen photos of them on twitter the night before.
But seeing them only yards from my home really touched something deep inside me.
I felt violated and assaulted by them but most of all I felt sadness and shame.
I am ashamed that my family type is being used against my own son, to deny him his right to equality and to make public judgments about his suitability as a parent.
I wish that I could take each and every poster down, but I can’t.
I know that the posters are an own goal for the no campaign,
But I still feel sad and I still feel ashamed.
I’m sorry that people like me think that people like you are less.
I’m sorry that people think that I am a better parent than you are, or might be.
I’m sorry that people think that your family is less than mine.
I’m sorry that people think that you don’t deserve the same rights as me.
I’m sorry that Ireland is putting you through this.
I’m sorry that you have to beg for what is rightfully yours.
I can’t take the posters down but I can tell you and anyone else who will listen that
My gender does not make me a better parent than you
My family is not ‘ideal’ nor is it better than your family
My sexual orientation does not make me a better person than you
I can’t take the posters down but I can vote YES and I can ask other people to vote YES
I can’t take the posters down but I can canvass for your equality
Because I think that it is shameful to expect you to go door-to-door to ask people like me for your civil right to marry.
We are human, we are the same, we are equal and I am sorry.