Reality for Beginners.

Catpower could smell the transphobes in the venue tonight!
When were these liberal posers going to commit to the cause and buy some Eshakes from her!
They were packed with Estrogen goodness and came in three yummy flavours!
C ran a malnourished hand through her short pink hair and looked at the gang of post modern skinheads in their green bomber jackets, bleached jeans and expensive Oxblood Doc Martens with white laces.
The group of white males were all a hundred percent gay!
Nazi Chic! Nazi Cheek! more like!
She went up to the leader of the group, a right throwback knuckle scraper she'd seen around, and offered him a sample of Wild Cherry Eshake, he just screwed his face up after she gave her sales pitch, maybe he was more than an ironic fascist after all!
"Piss off Mary, I'm head fairy!" Said the ape as C looked pleadingly at the rest of Pansy Division for some moral support! They just fell in behind their Fuhrer and nodded their shaven heads at her, without mercy. Jesus! Thought C and took her wares to the next group of white liberal punters who were waiting for the performance to start.
This group seemed to be all female FFS! 
The five friends were all rocking an early nineties Twentieth Century Seattle vibe.
Their unkempt dyed blonde hair and muscular tattooed arms made C nervous. She asked the girl with the kindest eyes of the group, if she could interest her in an Eshake?
"Do I look like I need fucking Estrogen to you?"
Said the dyke aggressively, causing C to omit a small amount of urine in her fear. The Alpha witch's coven all laughed along at her, and one of the meaner women even grabbed her arse.
Excuse Me! Harassment!
C had been walking around this dingey pit of depravity now for over two hours and hadn't found one schlurper for her shakes in this rabble of misfits!
The transphobia was tangible!
Up on stage her favourite performance artist "Naughty Kitten" had a bunch of blonde tanned white males, kitted out in Tommy Hilfiger, eating out of dog bowls as she held their three leashes in her gloved hand. The crowd was going wild as an electric road drill miked up for deafening levels of sound, ate it's way through slabs of concrete on the stage, as the audio violence in the venue became like a war of sound.
Naughty Kitten was dressed in skin tight black latex and her jet black bobbed hair framed her beautiful pale face and her vivid red lips.
As C tried to negotiate the stormy waters of the excited crowd, her tray of free samples got slapped from her hands and all her little bottles of Eshakes became lost amongst the punters legs!
As the three man dogs on stage had their clothes cut off with electric calving knives by Naughty Kitten, C was aware that the hundred or so gender fluid punters ripping each others clothes off to the sound of the roaddrills frenzied obliterations was going to probably end in a high bodycount. 
The state organized art happeneing had been advertised as a "Survival of the Fittest" event with the winners getting State of the Art Sandoz Multiplier Consoles and the losers going to the Dog Food factory with one way tickets. C could see shady workers amongst the punks, wearing grey overalls and masks, pulling immobile bodies from the crowd and sealing them in bags, she counted fifteen so far.
Naughty Kitten now had her three dogmen on stage down to their white briefs as she lashed their submissive tanned torsos with a black handled electric whip.
The drill had now eaten through the concrete on stage and it was busy annihilating the plexboard beneath.
Huge arcs of feedback scythed through the steam of sweat in the dank venue.
C wondered if the males on stage were going to be assassinated by Naughty Kitten at the climax of the show, or spared to work in her large mansion as cleaning operatives.
What the hell had happened to all her yummy juice? So what if these gender fluid transphobes were going to lose their sorry lives! So what if the dogmen were going to be cleaning toilets for the rest of their miserable existence! So what if all the punks, grungers, ironic skins, body hackers, artists, neo hippies, tech surfers, street walkers and cyclists ended up in dog bowls tonight! Catpower was going to be in the doghouse with Sandoz for losing her Eshakes!

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