There’s a reason why the gay marriage question is going bad for the Liberals, and it’s mathematical.
Because we all have a sister (Abbott) or a son (Robbo) or a cousin (me) or a schoolmate (everyone) that we are fond of and don’t want to see suffer any more than they did as a child or a young adult, coming out, or shamed and hiding something, a condition, a tendency, they didn’t choose. We are all in the mix of sympathy now. And we all are soon moved by the need for acceptance, for affirmation, for illumination, for hallowing in such good people, people we too long thought promiscuous, impetuous and shallow.
Stephen Fry and Ian McKellen and Ellen de Generis and Alec Guinness and Alan Bennett have helped, probably; and so have Don Dunstan and Fiona Shaw and Gerry Connolly. And the Liberals voting on Abbott’s orders against this decent, ordinary aspiration, a public promise of love, don’t like it very much any more, and they never did. They know in life so many of these people, and they like them.
And the strain is beginning to show.
And they’re losing tens of thousands of votes over it.