Title (as given to the record by the creator): The Adventures of Super Slut, #2
Date(s) of creation: February 1995
Creator / author / publisher:  Betty Rose Dudley, FaT GiRL
Physical description: lower half of a zine page with black and white text and illustration.
Reference #:  FG2-061-SuperSlut
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The Adventures of Super Slut #2

By Betty Rose Dudley

When last we left our dykenamic duo, Super Slut, the Imperial Attitude Adjuster herself, was giving Dyke Boy hands-on, or in this case hands-off, experience in auto­nomic response control. As our action begins, Super Slut is sitting with her immobile hand positioned over Dyke Boy’s crotch, when the phone rings. 

“Oh, please no, don’t answer it!” begs Dyke Boy, but Super Slut, a phone queen if ever there was one, ignores Dyke Boy’s pleas and, after removing her hand from Dyke Boy’s crotch, picks up the receiver. After all, she is on duty. It is her turn to monitor the Super Queer Hotline. 

“Super Queer Hotline! We’re her, we’re queer, how may we help you deal?” answers Super Slut. “Oh, good, Super Slut, it’s you! I wasn’t sure who was monitoring at this hour.” The voice on the other end of the line is her Super Queer peer, Queen Person, the gender question mark. Queen Person has the amazing super abilities to go in and out of sex-gender roles faster than a safer-sex slut can switch condoms, and to wear high heels for any activity, but from the sound of the voice on the line, Super Slut, with her super, co-dependent listening ability, can tell that something has gone wrong. 

“What’s wrong, Queen Person?” queries Super Slut. 

“I was making my rounds, monitoring the straight world.” responded Queen Person, “Well, girl, I’m in this bar watching this group of straights watch the World Leader on TV, when I see these evil-looking homophobes come out of the woodwork. Only, what’s really strange is, they didn’t look like homophobes at first. They looked sort of like Queers! 

They’re either mutating, going underground, or gaining a sense of fashion. I figured I’d better report the sighting, and warn everyone, you can’t judge a homophobe by its cover.” 

“Thanks, Q.P., you’re a real doll! Not everybody has the stomach for entering the straight world like you do. Most of us would have missed this sighting,” responds Super Slut, with deep feelings of gratitude for Queen Person’s contribu­tion. “Oh, girl, think nothing of it! Gotta run now. Kiss, kiss!” says Queen Person as s/he hangs up. 

“Kiss, kiss,” mumbles Super Slut absent-mindedly as she hangs up the phone. She’s mulling over the idea of homo­phobes who look like queers, when the sound of a low­pitched groan enters her consciousness. She looks over and sees Dyke Boy sprawled in a heap on the floor, with a really stupid-looking grin on her face. “Damnit Dyke Bitch,” yells Super Slut, “I wasn’t on the phone that long. You were sup­posed to wait.” Super Slut sighs. She might as well call it an evening. Dyke Boy is no longer fit to fiddle with, and besides, Super Slut wants to do some heavy thinking about this new homophobe development. “Clean yourself up and come to bed,” she says as she throws Dyke Boy both a wet and a dry towel. 

Will Super Slut solve the mystery of the new homophobes? Will Dyke Boy ever learn to pass as a Stone Butch? Will Super Slut and Dyke Boy sleep after Dyke Boy comes to bed? Stay put for the further adventures of Super Slut and her companion-in-training, Dyke Boy!