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Though I am cis (for want of a better term) and straight (by dint of always having found women attractive, sometimes distractingly so, whereas men seemed off-putting and faintly simian), I've always liked the company under the LGTQIA+ umbrella. At least they have self-actualized somewhat and know how to throw an event, which is not as commonplace with my fellow straights.

Amber was working the Saturday of Poughkeepsie Pride. I would not go alone to this event, or I would not have stayed long. I needed an anchor and excuse to stick around.

Holly would be there as an independent entity rather than a representative of her college. Last Pride, pre-pandemic, she worked their booth with her then-boyfriend Ken, who tried to convince people to get B12 injections. I somehow found the notion of people inserting hypodermics into my arm at a street fair suspect. I repeatedly declined, no matter how jazzed it seemed to make him. (This might have been the placebo effect unless B12 is a significant component of meth.)
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