The Invisible Fist

The Ladies, Transladies, Gentlemen, Transgentlemen, and agendered people of the Queer Communist Party gathered on the thrift-store couches in the basement of their leader, Lenny, who stood, shifting her feet across the red painted concrete floor.

"Comrades! You have nothing to loose but your chains!" she called to the ten or so people in the room.

"Unless you're into that sort of thing," protested Shelly, a femme with wild red curls bursting from her scalp. She looked over at Aiden, thin and androynous– and shy. Aiden blushed.

"You can chase bombshells later, Shelly." teased Lenny, "But right now, we're planning a protest."

A few of the bois looked over and giggled. Angelo bit his lip at Shelly, while running his hand up Jason's skirt.

"Okay, we can have an orgy, or we can attain equality and justice for all persons," scolded Lenny. "Which is it going to be?"

"Equality, the group of hormonal teens and twenty-somethings grumbled. Shelly got up to go to the bathroom, pausing at the base of the wooden stairs to challenge Aiden with just a glance.