I steal a glance at the Riot Dyke in the line and watch her face fade from amusement to horror. And then I realize all the things that must be occurring to her: that a police officer—off duty, but a cop nonetheless—might be a lesbian that goes to their bar in her spare time, bringing herself too close for their comfort to their illegal activities; that this cop, oblivious so far to all the underground revolution that’s been happening right under her nose, might start to look for the trouble that’s been brewing next time she shows up; that she, rightfully angry at Layla for being outed at work, might now go looking for Layla and find the Riot Dykes.
I exhale through my teeth. Good. Maybe this will scare them enough that they’ll go away.
The march passes us and we take off, running hard an
