Callow flew back in from the Midwest, to Les Spirites, California, to resume her tenure as professor.
Her course: lesbian sociology.
Over break, she hooked up with a lover in Illinois. In sweet love, found sweet oblivion. In a delicate choreography of a lesbian sex dance, made love in private quarters.
On return, faced a hollowness familiar. She addressed this the following morning in class, incorporating ideas of evolution and ethics to prove that lesbian sociology could and should hold a candle with any other culture or sociology.
Callow addressed the “The Lesbian clock” a throw-back to days when resources were scarce: women gathered up resources. Every angst or ennui in every lesbian relationship could be attributed to the old gene: survival, evolve.
The lynchpin of lesbian? Population surplus. Nations and societies were maxed out, filled to the brim, allowing for the sexual revolution.
Sex without care. A surge in lesbianism.
Every golden era, in which sickness faded and wealth grew, it was a golden era too for lesbians.
It was in the best interest of lesbians, all of them, that populations were strong in continuity. For their own survival, which rests on a rich population that makes possible their more care-free game of sex.
Every lesbian left that class, made love to another. Moved to another and another. But found resolution in the knowledge her roving, her restless roving was the old gene, the gatherer gene from older days when resources were tight.
They could reason away their ennui, finding it nothing more, nothing less than a last gasp of a stone age era.
For good measure, found their own community: within it padding, that insulated them against the harder side of life. Under the umbrella of some hard-working lesbians, found employ or support from other lesbians: some independent, or attached to a group or cult, such as the white-rings or white-room lesbians.
Callow finally disputed the ethics against lesbianism, in the final week of her course, in Lesbian Sociology. Her argument was more natural. The Lesbian naturalistic view of ethics should be physical, and where there was no physical harm, no evil, or wrong. Physical was the ultimate law, and every lesbian private conquest was a personal one, even a private right.
Arguments are against private rights at home were trivial: why fortunately, none of them lived abroad, where archaic phobias against lesbians existed. Their precious personal dance, their personal worship of their own unique bodies were untouchable: working together, it would stay that way.
Every quarter of the lesbian enlighten, who carried the lantern of the fire from Callow’s knowledge, became a
Shadow of Callow
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