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SUMMER ~ AFTER INTERBOROUGH
“Why am I doing this?”
Nobody answered my question. Maybe they were confused and thought I
was referring to getting my hair re-trimmed by people who were definitely
not my barber. In reality, I was referring to the fact that I was getting my hair
re-trimmed by people who were definitely not my barber for a photoshoot
that would eventually end up in an ad campaign for QFindr—the world’s
newest queer dating app.
And I wasn’t openly that queer. In fact, my overall lack of straightness
had been confined to dirty thoughts for the past decade.
Raymond was too busy watching the stylist poke and prod his hair into a
slightly neater version of the messy manbun he almost always wore. He
winced a little with each pull, proving that he was as tender-headed as he’d
been since that day fifteen years ago when I’d accidentally shut his hair in a
door. Angel—well, Sharky back then—and I had bet each other that he’d
started growing it out even longer out of defiance. We’d been right.
Sighing loudly, I shifted my gaze to Angel’s reflection. He was slumped
against the wall and staring at his phone. Definitely not giving even half a
fuck about my plight.
“Bro, why am I doing this?”
“Because you’re an idiot.”
He flicked a quick glance at me. I was being neglected by the stylist and
the makeup artist because they were both too busy oohing and ahhing over
Raymond’s bone structure and lips. Way to make a guy feel like the fucking
chupacabra. At least I had dimples.
“I dunno what you want me to say, Chris. Why’d you decide to do a
photoshoot for a gay—”
“Queer,” Raymond cut in.
“Queer dating app?”
“Because money?” I asked, scrunching my face. “What do they call it?
Gay for pay?”
“Oh honey,” the stylist cooed, a dude as tall as Ray but about thirty
pounds scrawnier. “That’s gay porn.”
“You know . . .” He nodded his bleached white curls at me. “When
you’re straight but get fucked up the ass for—”
“Whoa!” Angel protested, just as I raised my hands and said, “Dial it
back there, man. I don’t get that candid until after sundown.”
Raymond of course found it hilarious. “Gay for pay sucks. You always
have these dudes dramatically moaning but their dicks are limp, so you can
tell they’re not into it. Worst kind of porn.”
“Mmm.” The stylist ran his fingers through Raymond’s hair again. “Feel
free to tell me all about what you do like, daddy.”
“Only if you want my boyfriend to stomp you out.”
“That’s true,” I agreed. “David’s pretty hardcore for a tiny white person.”
“He’d shove that makeup pencil in your eyeball,” Angel added.
Now it was the stylist who raised his hands in surrender before quietly
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