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location: fidelity records! date: june 28th

“I’m startin’ to think about quittin’ my day job,” Sio mused as he wiped his thin brush clean of face-paint. Inspecting it for , he rearranged the face-paints so that it was more aesthetically pleasing to the eye — Feng Shui and such. “Makeup’s just a stepping stone to my true calling: painting,” he joked, knowing at the pit of his soul that he’d never give up working for Eraserhead. “It’s not so different, anyway. Paint’s just a lil’ thicker, but either way you’re still transforming a blank canvas. Making it to something beautiful. But you haven’t been waiting to hear my pitch at job interviews, huh?” He shakes his head to resist falling back into his pensive mood. These customers have heard enough of his rambling today. “What’ll it be for you? My rainbow-painting muscle’s been flexed all day but I’m open to expanding my horizons.”

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“do you like?” lina asks, grinning as she shows off the butterfly that had been painted across her face. she couldn’t help but revert back to a big kid when she saw a face painting stand, and today was no exception. she’d stopped at the allied on the way, downing a few drinks cheering on a few poets before she headed to fidelity, happy for change of atmosphere, “you should get one to match! i’ll even pay for it.”

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Date: June 29th, Early evening

Nora set up her small folding table close to the staircase entrance, on the opposite side of the roof deck where the freestanding movie screen was showing a cheerleader fly through a pastel blue sky. The title screen of But I’m A Cheerleader faded in as small cheers rippled across the crowd. A small smile played across her face at the sound as she reached into the reusable whole foods bag sitting next to her feet, pulling out a large rectangular tupperware. Placing it gently on the table, she snapped off the lid to reveal an array of baked goods, all iced in neon and pastel rainbow flair. “Magic brownies!” She called out brightly to the crowd, “Taste and experience the rainbow! None magic items also available!”

#nora; bakesale anyone?#fr.event001 #fr.starter

It’s Method Burger’s very first Speed Social, and everyone’s as nervous as you are. Or maybe you’re not nervous; you’re confident that you’re manifesting whatever relationship you’re looking for, or that you’ve been dragged along by your best friend. But don’t worry, there’s someone out there for anyone, in whatever form you need them to be. You know?

Check under the cut for matches!

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Date: June 28th, afternoon Location: Somewhere in Crown Heights, at the Brooklyn Pride Parade

At the very least, Pride in Crown Heights was a local affair— unlike in upper parts of Brooklyn, closer to the bridge (and across the bridge, forget about it), where the parades were so congested with out-of-state visitors berserkly waving their rainbow flags, it was like being in the jubilant masses hailing the return of some very gay monarch. True to his own brand, Julius was a vocal critic of that kind of Pride. All that pomp and circumstance. The way it smacked of voyeurism and commercialization, the blurring of so many identities under a one-size-fits-all rainbow. The colorful marketing and cheap sentimentality. The pandering. But here in Crown Heights, there was less of that; the feel was more like a neighborhood block party, with kids running through the fountains and muddying their colorful facepaint, rollerbladers coasting by while food carts filled the air with the fatty crackle of hamburgers and vegan patties. Still overcrowded— and still too much for his taste, on the rainbow flag-waving front— but there was less intrusion from big-name corporations, less tourists on safari.

He’d come to the parade with a few friends, but also out of some dim sense of obligation— the same sighing resignation he felt when opening another Facebook alert from Frank, to see what pro-gay State Farm commercial his father had just shared with him— and now that the sidewalk was calmer, the festooned floats having passed on to Bed-Stuy, Julius strolled down the street with a friend, their discussion mainly concerning a mutual acquaintance who’d gone off to Lake Como with a new fling, some hedge-fund guy no one knew anything about. Today he looked elegant as always, effortlessly so; aloof from his surroundings in a plain white T-shirt and dove-gray twill cotton trousers, not a single pin, sticker or badge on him. Though the parade had moved on, there were still the eager vendors, and it seemed impossible to make it down the sidewalk without being showered in Pride paraphernalia like beads tossed out during Mardi Gras. Julius declined each offering with a held-up hand or a curt ‘no thanks’, but the collection of free junk seemed to grow anyway. Business cards were pressed into his palm. Coupons for candle-making studios and new yoga places ended up in his pocket. He was soon holding cheap sunglasses, and a tie-dyed Livestrong bracelet, and a rainbow-striped water canteen bearing the Starbucks logo: the plastic foldable kind which reminded him unpleasantly of a colostomy bag. Coming up to an open trash can, Julius stepped off the curb and let it all fall unceremoniously inside. “So fucking wasteful.” He rolled his eyes. It wasn’t clear whether he was addressing his friend, or the nearest bystander, or simply the air. “It’s like, instead of packing landfills with this garbage, give me something I can actually use, like— ” Looking over his shoulder, he stalled mid-sentence and frowned; whoever he’d been talking to was not the person he’d thought he’d been talking to. The crowd had separated them, leaving this changeling in their place. But Julius recovered with a quick and perfunctory smile, then went on, as if this had been his intended audience all along. “There’s military discounts, so? Where’s my gay discount, Starbucks? And not just in fucking June, I want it year-round.”

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location: the flower van date: june 29th

“I love crafty shit,” Leo said cheerfully, the mini-pair of scissors he was using to trim the stems off of his little collection of flowers almost comically small in his hands. He looked again at the pretty blue baby’s breath, and carefully -- so, so carefully -- snipped another half an inch from the stem. “Imagine if I was good at it, though. That would be an insane.” With a smile, Leo looked up at the person sitting beside him, eyes conveying a vulnerable kind of helplessness that he swore wasn’t manipulative when he really genuine was helpless most of the time. “Can you wear mine when it’s done? I’d be so depressed wearing one I made for myself, but something tells me I’m not about to have people scrambling for it.”

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