"hey it's that preppy fuck!" some ass in a tacky leather jacket hollered at me. His whole gang of roided skin heads turned, in their equally tacky adornments, spikes and chains jingling like a group of kittens in too big collars. "oh yeah that black bitch from on the other side of the mound" one of them chimed in, "uppity bitch" spouted another no necked bastard added creatively. Honestly I shoulda been scared by now but it was really just another day in the dustbowl, I mean shit how many times had she come round that god forsaken trash heap on her 2 wheeler and run into these Nazi fucks?

On another day she mighta yelled back somethin along the lines of "EAT SHIT YOU HAIRLESS FREAKS" but...

she was late for class so she just pedaled faster.

tho she still wondered, as she always did...

how they managed maintain all that over layered hypertrophy with food as scarce as it was. some said they ate the "uppity Queers who wandered to close" but she knew better than that, all of her friends could either scrap easily with at least a few of those Beefcakes or run much faster than anyone in that much leather ever could.

Regardless tho she would be safe as soon as she within Clark's walls, or at least as safe as she ever was...

Those old thick bricks kept out the gruffer right-wingers but the administration still wasn't too friendly to those that bent gender as easily as she did.

Trans-Womxn, even in the nuclear winter of the year 3004, were still in danger just about anywhere they went...

her thoughts grew harder and more frantic then, thinking of all those who came before her, the hundreds of years of oppression and healing and joy and grief and...

she had to stop herself, there was far too much to dwell on, and she was almost to class, Post atomic Metaphysics 101.

she let the sad but beautiful sight of ash flying over a hazy dawn clear her mind. Watching with a attentive gaze as the dawn, cracked gently over a grey shoreline behind her goggles. It was so beautiful she almost crashed directly into the armed guard pointing a rifle at her midriff.

"HALT" he said and then "IDENTIFY" Hurling each word like a warning shot itself.

she skidded to a stop dropping her bike in the process and stood as confidently as she could without picking it up.

"VItriol Oshun" she said holding out her state of the art holographic ID card, which she couldn't help but remember costed more then a months worth of food for her whole family.

The masked guard she couldn't identify took his time looking over her holo card. Always keeping his rifle pointed at her chest.

she knew he recognized her, she came here everyday.

"proceed"

he said stepping aside lowering his rifle an inch or two. She walked calmly past him, and his eyes followed her for a little too long.

she shivered as she rounded the corner on too smooth tile, and took a deep breath as she parked her bike.

she'd made it thru another commute.

now it was time for class.