by Michele Micheal Rakes
Sergeant Vincent Sweetwater filed into the tactical room for their first module of sensitivity training.
“That collar isn’t standard police issue!” Lt. Hanson paced.
“It’s lovely next to his long blond hair.”
“Shut up, Sarafino. When I need your opinion I’ll give it to you.”
“Sir, this tactical collar is issued to the K-9 units. These dogs are considered officers of the law. This is sensitivity training.” Sweetwater fingered the black leather.
“You know he has the leash to go with it,” Sarafino added.
“Shut up you clowns.”
“Sir, what are the policies concerning alternative sexualities?”
“Jesus, Sweetwater, alternative what?”
“Gay, transgender, lesbian, bisexuality.”
“Why are you doing this to me?”
“I’ve got to keep my mouth shut about my bisexuality. How sensitive is our workplace when I’m forced into a closet?”
“You know the policy. Don’t tell.”
“It’s a bitter pill being ‘taught’ sensitivity by an organization who suppresses my sexual identity. As if it has anything to do with how I perform my job.”
“We’re not debating, Sweetwater.”
“How about kinks? Whips, chains, bondage. Corporal punishment. Dominance and submission.”
“Just arrest them, Sweets, don’t kiss them.”
“What if their cute?”
“You’re trying to kill me?”
“Is that an option?”