aWOKE:

A forbidden, two-paragraph short story containing a lot of Trump-admin-banned words

Before reading, please have your pearls handy so you can clutch them when needed. Illicit words are highlighted in bold.

In my youth, I would race to the warm waters of the Gulf of Mexico, waves crashing against the black, oil-caked rocks that formed a barrier around the bay. The beach was barely accessible by foot, and, despite the pollution from the oil rig off the coast, I felt privileged to belong to the indigenous community of BIPOC chestfeed + people that called it home. Under their tribal leadership, and inspired by MX, the DEIty of cultural competence, they'd created an inclusive community where everyone used clean energy and there was equality of access to the mandatory abortions performed each Friday night, even on non-pregnant people.

Not only was this an inclusive community, it was also all inclusive! Lavish vegan/gluten-free feasts were prepared with ingredients of passable environmental quality. Top-shelf liquor in PFA-free bottles and artisanally-cooked street drugs were available 24 hours a day! Sex was also all-inclusive, but to enforce the tribe’s strict DEIAB/climate crisis agenda, sex had to be antiracist and promote climate science.  Only copulation with multicultural commercial sex workers, prostitutes with disabilities, and transsexual climate scientists was permissible by law.  Sadly, years later, these subgroups would revolt and form an allyship with immigrant men assigned female at birth. They subsequently terrorized and victimized the tribe with vaccines until everyone died. But even now, those memories inspire in me a sense of belonging. As a Latinx breastfeed + people + uterus woman in today’s world, I realize I might never feel that free again.