Dystopia 2035: A Visit to a "Hetero Bar"

September 16, 2011

"George had always felt attracted to the stronger bigger kids. She had always had those nagging suspicions that she was a girl."

by a Reader (Reprised and revised from 2007)

(henrymakow.com)

"Are you male or female?" Jamie asked George.

If this weren't the Old Point Bar, rumored to be a hetero hangout, Jamie  wouldn't have dared to ask such a question.

Society had decided that gender was only a social construct. Love was based on shared values and political beliefs, not biology.

Even showing curiosity about someone's gender could land you in big trouble. The "sexual deviant" label could dog you for the rest of your life.

"I'm a female." George replied. She was wearing the form-hiding coveralls most youths wore. Some of the females at the bar wore revealing, overtly-feminine clothes.

Jamie figured George was new to the underground hetero scene.

"I'm a male," said Jamie. "I haven't seen you around here before..."

"Sandy brought me. She, I mean he, is my peer counselor at school."

Since the gender-revolution, all female pronouns had been eliminated. Everyone was a "he". 

"Sandy brought me here too. He has a good eye for heterosexuals. He's saved many souls from our genderless stereotypes."

As Jamie said it, he could tell George was uncomfortable, even afraid.

Being at a hetero bar was illegal, but raids were rare. Enough people in high places frequented such bars.

"Have you ever been to a wedding? There's going to be one later tonight in the back room."

"A wedding? What's so unusual about that?"

"This is a wedding wedding. Between a man and a woman, performed by a pastor. You know, the way they used to in the old days."

Most young people only knew modern weddings, where two or more people formalized their relationships by signing a co-habitation agreement.

Some people preferred to file joint tax returns, and share income and other resources. Most marriages lasted between one and five years, depending on the terms of the agreement.

"Actually, I have to go... my mom will be back from work at 9 pm. " George was curious, but she still had some values.

One thing to spend some time with heterosexuals, but another to stay for one of their sick ceremonies. George was in way over her head. She got up and walked away.

As she opened the door, the cold air struck her like a slap in the face. Outside everything was normal.

Once the door closed, she couldn't hear the music or the people inside. Everything was silent.

"What was I thinking?"  She had always felt attracted to the stronger bigger kids. She had always had those nagging suspicions that she was a girl.

She knew these feelings were wrong, and she had always pretended they were not there.

How did she go from talking with Sandy about school problems, to actually going to a hetero bar???

Her mom would kill her if!

Sandy hurried to her car and drove home at top speed. Mom hadn't arrived yet. She was safe... for now.