The Tempest of Lezian Sociology
In the City of Les Spirites, a red sun hung overhead daily. To the bus station, college students poured in from across the country to attend a major university. Through the motel of Natty Gan, some checked in. Others checked in with each other. Excitement was in the air. Some of the LBTG groups were abuzz at the newest courses at the community college, devised by one of their Lucia Callow. The rest migrated to pubs, lounges, and events made specially for them. Some of the lesbians checked in with Natty Gan, amiable to them and to community college, some of them attended. Kelsi surveyed them, a girl with a slim form but considerable strength. Her hands were filled with rings. None of the newcomers were of Gan’s Ring Club. They surveyed each other in …