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 pubs, spotting clipped nails, just on the middle two fingers. The rings were more obvious clues, from Gan’s motel. Lezians as they called themselves for short, paired up quickly by ring color. White ringer wearers gravitate toward each other and huddled together in the lounge.
Every ring was code to Lezians, and only Lezians knew them. Light color for casual, dark for commited, and mixed color for taste, interest, and jobs. It was a sub-culture within a subculture of Lesbians and LBTQs.
By class, some of them would learned from their new Callow class on their unique collective.
In class, Callow handed out her syllable and briefly prepared her class. She concluded quickly with ‘objects’. Holding a ring, she called it a symbol of Lezian affinity for all things good and unique. By it, each niche of each group would no longer be homogenously known as just ‘lesbians’ or defined by bland public perception of lesbians as a sex-oriented group only: but a sub-culture with ties to art, literature, sociology, and more.
In southern California, comparable to crime-infested and oversexed Caligula, lezians were not singled out especially in contrast to the rest of the nation. For this reason, Callow moved to Les Spirites for a rebirth.
Donning a red ring, she found passion quickly with another lezian. Each night spent exploring each others form and limbs. But attended fast to their group, contributing to its culture and education, involving fine arts and exercise.
Every culture has died out, Callow explained, due to dying out of the arts. Sex nourished the body, especially hers. But arts nourished her heart and her soul. She could live longer without sex than she could the arts.
As a result, lezians came to a greater unity in viewing themselves as more than gratification of sex, but the gratification through both sex and the arts. Together, the tempest of lezian sociology came to Les Spirites.
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