Dykes on Bikes

Now I will preface this by saying that my partner, at the time, was the licensed Harley owner and sometimes your bike is only as good as the precious cargo (her words) onboard for the scenic view. Much to my surprise the majority of representatives were also MTF transsexual (as she was) however, the lesbians would have never known the difference; particularly at that distance. What they didn’t know just might have been great for em’, in the sense of, challenging the framework for how we view, build and reference feminism and femininity (ies) at large. Truth be told; some of these chicks were virtually undetectable (well put together) with some mean ass plastic surgeons who provided facial feminization, removed ribs and put hips on for a price that made it happen in real time (which only augmented the ways in the spirit moved on it's own). At the same pace, it’s also been said that women always know that “simple” life beyond the threshold of an accustomed eye, since they tend to be so critical of other women but today wasn’t the day. There was no denying the part of us who had just grown accustomed to being discriminated against in lesbian bars and flicked off, as the ultimate betrayal to gay men (where else were we to go?) but relax. No one had any thoughts about seeing how many “trannies” they could peep like a five o clock shadow; it just wasn’t on the line up of weekend activities. It was pride, so everyone was typically on their best behavior and enjoyment became a business; much in same way of carrying for HIV. People who would normally be at each other’s throats came together under a common cause only, in this case, they were hyped; if only they knew. In fact, she told me “whatever you do; just don’t stop smiling,” which caused tight skin elasticity (that had never even touched off with the Korean hanacure face mask) irreparable pain; but it was infiltration at its finest. You crept through the street in a single pile up, of course, which pretty much rendered you at goddess status and eventually the bikes all came to an immediate halt. The girls from the sidelines ran up and embellished you with all kinds of gifts ranging from tshirts, bags, mugs, boas and beads to candy and flowers. So, if you’re looking to make out like a bandit then you know what to do; ride.          
           
(Keep in mind this was back in the late 90’s, so anything might have changed since then or yesterday; at today's rate.)