Pulling out now.

From space pad XXX. It’s Venus on her rocket for all of you phallus fellas and darls devine.

A huge whoosh into the stars. Venus makes a racket. On a rocket.

A race to space. Make space for human races. An all encompassing help for humankind.

Look, up in the sky, is it bird, a plane? No it’s the incandescent flaming hair stream from the ascension of Venus.

You too can do it with a celestial hair dryer.

Space is the ultimate salon.

Hope, Freedom.

Goodbye He-dom.

Hello she-dom.