Late July

It was another sweltering evening in bushwick. The Woods was frantically preparing for lesbian night, all the pieces were falling into place: killer high life, pabst on tap, moscato d'asti bottles chilling in the back. As Sylvia wiped down the bar, she thought to herself: how many ndas will I have to sign tonight. Every week celebrities slinked into this queer-coded gentrification machine to stake their claim on New York's fresh meat. "Get to them before the apps do" was the mantra of manhattans power dykes. This particular one was July's first night out.