Ronda's diversity training

Hillsborough County Commissioner, Ronda Storms was out walking on Nebraska Avenue the other night in her red dress and her high heels. Just strolling by the pawn shops and the boarded up stores and the run-down bars. Takin' her sweet time. Checkin' out how the other half live in District Three.

When out on the street there arose such a clatter. The familiar rumbling of a lesbian motorcycle gang. In their tiny black tank tops, tight leather shorts and that mean and nasty demeanor. They were gonna teach Ronda to respect diversity and they were going to do it in no uncertain terms.

The Littlest Dyke dismounted her Hog, and grabbed little Ronda around the waist and bent her over the bike. Then the Biggest Dyke put her Strap On (Big S, Big O) in place and went to it. Thrusting hard thrusts of tolerance and diversity. Then even harder thrusts of kindness and love for all mankind.

Ronda's pussy was getting sore. Sore from all this guerilla diversity training. Yelps of bigotry and homophobia could still be heard.

But the Biggest Dyke's stamina was no match for little Ronda. "Why are you so hateful?" asked the Biggest Dyke. "We should all be proud of who we are." "Let the libraries display books that promote Gay Pride and Lesbian Pride Month." "Allow Hillsborough County to participate in this celebration." "And for Christ's sake, bitch, teach tolerance to your children." On and On, the Biggest Dyke went, explaining to Ronda what it was like to be a lesbian, to be discriminated against, to be hated, to be persecuted.

As the Biggest Dyke Thrusted one last powerful thrust of tremendous Gay Pride, a tiny yelp of discrimination was all Ronda had left. Ronda collapsed on the sidewalk. The dykes rode off into the sunset, off to find five more County Commissioners that need a diversity training experience. Away in the distance, Tampa Mayor, Pam Iorio could be seen smiling and nodding, and she saw that it was good.

Ronda was left shaking and crying. In a heap on the sidewalk on Nebraska Avenue. By the pawn shops and the boarded up stores and the run-down bars. Laying there in her red dress and her high heels. Just laying there pondering the mistake she had made taking Gay Pride away from Hillsborough County. Ronda kept all the things the Biggest Dyke had said to her. Pondering them in her heart as she lay on Nebraska Avenue in her red dress and red shoes by the pawn shops and the boarded up stores and the run-down bars.