Yesterday morning at 10am I was sitting in part of a huddle with my coworkers, our eyes glued to a set of TV screens in the Mamamia office. We were waiting, like millions around Australia, to find out the fate of the same-sex marriage postal survey.
My heart was in my throat waiting for the decision to be announced, as I recalled the upset around me when Clinton wasn’t declared the next President of the United States and quietly hoped we wouldn’t face the same upset. I’m in a heterosexual relationship and not a member of the LGBTQI community but I’ve always been a supporter of the ‘yes’ vote.

When the postal vote landed in my mail box I quickly filled it in and returned it the next day. I wanted to have my say and I wanted my vote to count. I've always wanted their community to be afforded the same rights that I myself have because like many of us proved yesterday, I believe that love is love.