Wanting A Go
The bright and intelligent young woman sees me lickshining the smart leather boots of a Gynarchy businesswoman and promptly informs her husband that she wants a go. The next thing my menial, municipal mouth is confronted with, therefore, is the white sneaker and red sock of a Muslim girl – a sneaker and sock that must be shown the utmost respect in the presence of her manly, moustachioed husband – a freemale master-sir who is self-evidently my infinite better, since he is the consort of such a supremely confident and outgoing young woman, who knows exactly how to get whatever she wants.