The Gay Republican Wedding
The words ‘Wedding’ and ‘marriage’ are two words to be taken seriously. Weddings are sacred ceremonies and rites of passage not only reserved for the heterosexual community anymore. Two people regardless of gender, in love, with a strong desire to proclaim this love publicly, in the presence of family and friends, in a traditional ceremony legally can and should.
Today, to acquire permission or a same sex license to marry is the easy part. Now, keeping the vows to love, honor and be faithful may be the harder part at least in the story of Tony and Max.
The Day They Met
Tony and Max met in the summer of 2017 at the Fort Lauderdale’s Gay Pride Parade. They were staunch gay republicans and Trump was in the White House; they were elated.
Unbeknownst to the other at the time, both had worked hard campaigning for gay votes and to dispel the notion within the gay community that Trump was homophobic. So, it was no surprise to Tony’s friends at the parade that he was dressed in a red jock strap and red M.A.G.A. hat (Make America Great Again) nor to Max’s friends seeing him in a camouflage colored speedo, US border patrol hat, black harness and carrying a menacing club.
When Tony and Max first locked eyes at the parade they were instantly attracted to one another and could easily identify with each other’s political inclinations. They were smitten.
Needless to say, they were quite unpopular at the parade. They quickly learned the hard lesson that regardless of youth and good looks, or the tightness nor roundness of your bubble-butt, if you’re a gay republican in a pride parade you will get your ass whooped!
They found themselves clinging to one another for survival, as beer bottles were continuously being hurled at them. As their friends purposely kept a safe distance and egged on the crowds hopping that perhaps a beer bottle could knock some sense into their misguided friend. But no such luck. Instead, they fell in love.
Together and in Love
Fast forward to the summer of 2019, Tony and Max, were still in love, living in Washington D.C. each settled in their chosen or alternative career path. They were working hard and thriving in the epicenter of one of the toughest and most controversial presidencies in US history.
They were resilient in their resolve to support their president no matter what and kept their chins-up in spite of the stream of nutty tweets and hair-raising scandals. They were finding their way and closing in on some goals they set when they first met on that fateful Pride Day Parade.
Max had strayed from finding his passion in civil service after a stint in an entry level job at the White House. He realized that he preferred to be around politics as opposed to being in politics.
He was artistic and had a penchant for planning parties and events which he parlayed into what is now a successful business. With the contacts he made at the White House and his exquisite charm and enveloping charisma he became a well-known events planner to elite politicians. Which was easy to achieve after seeing the spectacular events he had planned and organized for The Administration. Max was doing well and at the top of his game in DC.
Tony however was fumbling in his job as a LGBT Rights lobbyist. He was known among his party congressman for advocating gay-rights bills. Sadly, he soon realized they would prefer to hear a cave-dwelling leper championing a Hug-a-leper Law than to hear anything he had to say about gay-rights.
Isn’t the right to marry enough for you people? Was the usual right-wing response he received as he was whisked-away like a fly in the face of someone who noticed it lunching on dog feces earlier.
Tony was ambitious and career minded but lacked two of the most essential qualities absolutely crucial for a successful career in politics as a member of the Grand Ole Party in Washington, and everyone knew but he. He lacked hereto-sexuality and charisma.
The Engagement Plot
Tony, thinking of ways to further his ambitions came up with a plan, ‘an extravagant gay republican wedding!’
He thought that a wedding created, planned and orchestrated by Max at the height of his popularity was his way in. He knew if he told Max that a wedding was a plot to boost his career and his image in Washington Max would have emphatically given him a resounding, NO!
Max was a romantic and he loved Tony. Tony decided to use Max’s love to his advantage and ask Max for his hand in marriage, in the hopes he’d plan one of his spellbinding storybook wedding that would garner Tony the attention he needed by elite politicians who’d find the event too irresistible to snub.
The rouse of Tony’s proposal was callous even for Tony, but like all DC politicians, Tony stored his conscience upon arrival to Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport, in a luggage locker and never looked back.
The Proposal
Tony decided to propose and planned a romantic evening but unlike Max, his planning skills had the surprise and the imagination of an enema. Tony asked Max out to dinner to his own favorite restaurant and inside the blooming onion Max found his greasy engagement ring that could have been confused with a thin strip of aluminum foil. Soon after the lucky find Tony was on bended knee proposing while surrounded by the restaurant’s staff singing, ‘For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow.’
Max couldn’t help thinking, ‘how in the world I could have fallen in love with such a lovable hillbilly?’ But the truth was that he was in love with Tony and he was happy to accept his proposal, and the man exactly as he was.
Max was giddy thinking that all of his dreams were falling into place. Max was that sad cliche we’ve often heard, that little girl (boy) who pranced around in a worn-out princess dress as a child with head full of fantasies of one day finding his Prince Charming and be whisked off to a fairy-tale wedding. And Max like most single ladies who donned the princess dress and the fantasy, in the world today, in lieu of Prince will gladly take a frog.
Engagement
Max was over the moon announcing to the world his engagement to Tony. He would have had announced it in skywriting if he could but at the risk of having the aircraft shot down, he would settled for sending elegant engagement announcements along with the save-the-date by mail. The wedding was in six months and as far as Tony was concerned the day couldn’t come soon enough.
With Tony and Max, we get an inside look at what could happen minutes before the storybook dream wedding, and the decisions you could be forced to make in the heat of a bad moment. Which, begs the question, did they want a marriage or a wedding?
The Night Before the Wedding
The grooms agreed not to see each other the day before the wedding. Max was very specific if not precise about how he wanted the wedding. He would have controlled the sun, moon and stars on ‘his day’ if he could.
Max, as Tony predicted managed and controlled every detail and aspect of his wedding, and it was going to spectacular. He outdid himself in the planning and execution of what was already hailed by local gossip columnists as the most lavish affair Washington had ever and will ever see. But as perfectly planned as it would be there were two things Max couldn’t endeavor to control neither – life nor his emotions.
The words ‘Wedding’ and ‘marriage’ are two words to be taken seriously. Weddings are sacred ceremonies and rites of passage not only reserved for the heterosexual community anymore. Two people regardless of gender, in love, with a strong desire to proclaim this love publicly, in the presence of family and friends, in a traditional ceremony legally can and should.
Today, to acquire permission or a same sex license to marry is the easy part. Now, keeping the vows to love, honor and be faithful may be the harder part at least in the story of Tony and Max.
The Day They Met
Tony and Max met in the summer of 2017 at the Fort Lauderdale’s Gay Pride Parade. They were staunch gay republicans and Trump was in the White House; they were elated.
Unbeknownst to the other at the time, both had worked hard campaigning for gay votes and to dispel the notion within the gay community that Trump was homophobic. So, it was no surprise to Tony’s friends at the parade that he was dressed in a red jock strap and red M.A.G.A. hat (Make America Great Again) nor to Max’s friends seeing him in a camouflage colored speedo, US border patrol hat, black harness and carrying a menacing club.
When Tony and Max first locked eyes at the parade they were instantly attracted to one another and could easily identify with each other’s political inclinations. They were smitten.
Needless to say, they were quite unpopular at the parade. They quickly learned the hard lesson that regardless of youth and good looks, or the tightness nor roundness of your bubble-butt, if you’re a gay republican in a pride parade you will get your ass whooped!
They found themselves clinging to one another for survival, as beer bottles were continuously being hurled at them. As their friends purposely kept a safe distance and egged on the crowds hopping that perhaps a beer bottle could knock some sense into their misguided friend. But no such luck. Instead, they fell in love.
Together and in Love
Fast forward to the summer of 2019, Tony and Max, were still in love, living in Washington D.C. each settled in their chosen or alternative career path. They were working hard and thriving in the epicenter of one of the toughest and most controversial presidencies in US history.
They were resilient in their resolve to support their president no matter what and kept their chins-up in spite of the stream of nutty tweets and hair-raising scandals. They were finding their way and closing in on some goals they set when they first met on that fateful Pride Day Parade.
Max had strayed from finding his passion in civil service after a stint in an entry level job at the White House. He realized that he preferred to be around politics as opposed to being in politics.
He was artistic and had a penchant for planning parties and events which he parlayed into what is now a successful business. With the contacts he made at the White House and his exquisite charm and enveloping charisma he became a well-known events planner to elite politicians. Which was easy to achieve after seeing the spectacular events he had planned and organized for The Administration. Max was doing well and at the top of his game in DC.
Tony however was fumbling in his job as a LGBT Rights lobbyist. He was known among his party congressman for advocating gay-rights bills. Sadly, he soon realized they would prefer to hear a cave-dwelling leper championing a Hug-a-leper Law than to hear anything he had to say about gay-rights.
Isn’t the right to marry enough for you people? Was the usual right-wing response he received as he was whisked-away like a fly in the face of someone who noticed it lunching on dog feces earlier.
Tony was ambitious and career minded but lacked two of the most essential qualities absolutely crucial for a successful career in politics as a member of the Grand Ole Party in Washington, and everyone knew but he. He lacked hereto-sexuality and charisma.
The Engagement Plot
Tony, thinking of ways to further his ambitions came up with a plan, ‘an extravagant gay republican wedding!’
He thought that a wedding created, planned and orchestrated by Max at the height of his popularity was his way in. He knew if he told Max that a wedding was a plot to boost his career and his image in Washington Max would have emphatically given him a resounding, NO!
Max was a romantic and he loved Tony. Tony decided to use Max’s love to his advantage and ask Max for his hand in marriage, in the hopes he’d plan one of his spellbinding storybook wedding that would garner Tony the attention he needed by elite politicians who’d find the event too irresistible to snub.
The rouse of Tony’s proposal was callous even for Tony, but like all DC politicians, Tony stored his conscience upon arrival to Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport, in a luggage locker and never looked back.
The Proposal
Tony decided to propose and planned a romantic evening but unlike Max, his planning skills had the surprise and the imagination of an enema. Tony asked Max out to dinner to his own favorite restaurant and inside the blooming onion Max found his greasy engagement ring that could have been confused with a thin strip of aluminum foil. Soon after the lucky find Tony was on bended knee proposing while surrounded by the restaurant’s staff singing, ‘For He’s a Jolly Good Fellow.’
Max couldn’t help thinking, ‘how in the world I could have fallen in love with such a lovable hillbilly?’ But the truth was that he was in love with Tony and he was happy to accept his proposal, and the man exactly as he was.
Max was giddy thinking that all of his dreams were falling into place. Max was that sad cliche we’ve often heard, that little girl (boy) who pranced around in a worn-out princess dress as a child with head full of fantasies of one day finding his Prince Charming and be whisked off to a fairy-tale wedding. And Max like most single ladies who donned the princess dress and the fantasy, in the world today, in lieu of Prince will gladly take a frog.
Engagement
Max was over the moon announcing to the world his engagement to Tony. He would have had announced it in skywriting if he could but at the risk of having the aircraft shot down, he would settled for sending elegant engagement announcements along with the save-the-date by mail. The wedding was in six months and as far as Tony was concerned the day couldn’t come soon enough.
With Tony and Max, we get an inside look at what could happen minutes before the storybook dream wedding, and the decisions you could be forced to make in the heat of a bad moment. Which, begs the question, did they want a marriage or a wedding?
The Night Before the Wedding
The grooms agreed not to see each other the day before the wedding. Max was very specific if not precise about how he wanted the wedding. He would have controlled the sun, moon and stars on ‘his day’ if he could.
Max, as Tony predicted managed and controlled every detail and aspect of his wedding, and it was going to spectacular. He outdid himself in the planning and execution of what was already hailed by local gossip columnists as the most lavish affair Washington had ever and will ever see. But as perfectly planned as it would be there were two things Max couldn’t endeavor to control neither – life nor his emotions.
