We were sitting on a stoop on my old 9th Street block. It was a summer Saturday night, and we were eating a carton of Ben & Jerry's with plastic spoons, waiting for someone to high-five us. This game was my idea: I haven't been in the East Village once in the last year without a stranger on the street putting his palm in front of me, his button-down shirt often slightly open regardless of the weather, yelling "Give me five!"Exclusive on TheCut.com The Most Outrageous Gender Benders of All timeWithin minutes a young business-type gingerly put his hand ahead of him as ... Read More