Lose the verbal acrobatics - marriage poll is just about fairness
In December 2013, I returned home from Australia. To my friends in Dublin I was a well-travelled, educated, well-adjusted 24-year-old with a career ahead of me and a family in my future. I had been told at every family occasion since I was a young teen that I was a "mother-in-law's dream", and that I would make a woman very happy some day.
The problem with this was that I was gay, and because my younger brother had beaten me to the chase in coming out some years previously, I was resigned to the fact that I could simply never live as the person I knew I was.
One night in January 2014, I garnered all of the Dutch courage I could and told one of my best friends that I was gay.