The Wonderful Queer Story of Racetrack Higgins

People Like Us

THERE was the cliffhanger I've been meaning to have for a little bit now haha. And now I have a lot of explaining to do.

The title should give some excitement for what's going to happen next, yeah?

I would like to have you know I did A LOT of research.

Enjoy! :)

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Spot was right: Race was not going to believe this.

A top secret group of people who got together and discussed the rights of people like them--people born in the wrong body who wouldn't conform to normal gender roles.

People like Race and Spot.

Medda knows the leader of the group. She thought that Spot and Race might want to see this place for themselves. It was like she knew the things that Spot and Race would talk about.

"Well, what is this group called?" Race asks, dying from anticipation.

Spot smiles, and says it out loud. "The Cercle Hermaphroditos."

Woah. That's a name.

"Why haven't I ever heard of this before?" Race asks, desperate to learn more. The wait is killing him.

"They're top secret," Spot explains. "Only the people who attend the meetings and very few others know about it. They won't let it go public. Too much risk."

"That's how it always is for people like us, isn't it?" Race comments dryly. "Only a few know, top secret, a lot of risk."

"Race, you're missing the point." Spot takes both of Race's hands in his and faces him directly.

"What point?"

Spot quickly inhales and exhales. "Medda is friends with the leader of it."

"And...?"

Spot leans in closer to Race. "She knows that they meet at Paresis Hall. And that there's a meeting tomorrow."

Race takes it in.

Spot leans out again and looks away. "If you're interested..."

"When did I ever say I wasn't?"

Race can't wrap him mind around it. Guess I'll find out about it tomorrow.

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Race doesn't come to these parts often. Maybe if he came here, to 4th Avenue and 14th Street, he would have discovered them sooner.

Paresis Hall.

The androgyne headquarters.

Race definitley should have found this place sooner. Or at least asked Medda about it earlier.

But they're here now.

To say that Race is a little nervous is an understatement.

He is really nervous.

"I can't believe we're here," Spot murmurs. "It's like we were meant to find this place all along."

And now I finally get to meet more people like me.

This is what Race has wanted pretty much his whole life. Yes, he's had Jack, and now he has Spot, and he says grazie al cielo every day for it, but they always have to hide. These people? Yes, they hide. But there's a whole group of them.