Ray and Chuck are both from Tampa. They're here to let Republicans know that gay marriage is just as real as Ann and Mitt Romney's marriage. Ray says he's a "senior citizen and veteran" (he's stretching the truth a bit on that first part; he turns 63 next month). Have the Republicans been angry or mean to them as they've walked by into the Forum? Not really, Ray says. "They know I'm going to be their slave or servant someday soon," so they can afford to be indulgent right now.
Ray has a lot of opinions, especially about the fashion sense of female Republican politicians. He's confused by all the gold. "Gold buttons, gold stripes on their jackets, and sometimes they'll even have gold epaulets." The men aren't much better; yesterday, Ray and Chuck ate at the Hooters just a short walk away from the corner they're protesting on, and they saw a man in one of those blue shirts with white cuffs and collars, with large gold cuff links. The guy looked like something out of the original Wall Street movie. "I haven't seen that kind of a look in years," Ray says. I stand there for a minute and watch all the fashion crimes walk by Ray and Chuck's corner. Big, blow-dried, bottle-yellow hair and skorts and navy blazers with comically huge brass buttons that could double as hubcaps on a small car. It's a minor Republican crime, but Ray's right: These people have got to get their shit together, fashion-wise.