A summer social where you can play yourself. By Selma White-Pascual Illustration by Ines Alto I had first seen the signs after I walked up the steps by Low Library. There, right by Maison Française, was a vertical banner with the letters MSM printed in blue, and below, a small QR code. I found the banner again, pinned up on the bulletin boards of Hamilton Hall. I was surprised at first—I thought public health outreach was getting very direct in its search for Men who have Sex

On Filipino connection at the corner of 5th Ave and 46th St, and across the Pacific By Selma White-Pascual Illustration by Jacqueline Subkhanberdina It is 30 minutes past the 2 p.m. start time when the program begins. The protesters gathered in front of the General Consulate of the Philippines on 5th Ave joke, “It’s actually early for Filipino-time!” An organizer steps forward and tells us through a large megaphone that we will run through the chants together. I share a print

A drunken ethnography. By Selma White-Pascual Illustration by Kathleen Halley-Segal I clutch the gate next to me for balance as I shove my sweaty feet into a pair of six-inch heels I’ve just pulled out of my now deflated bag, perched atop a little ledge. Also on the ledge: a sultry perfume I’ve chosen for the night, makeup to retouch my face, banana blossom leftovers from Thai Diner on Mott Street, and the loose 20 dollar bill I’ll be using tonight. I’ve exchanged my trusty s