The enforcers of Homolania are chosen for looks, loyalty and adherence to the regime. Their bodies are honed and synethic, their dogma absolute, their love for Daddy unquestioned. They patrol the cities and backwaters of the all-gay state in their leathers, dressed in equal parts to fear and arouse. All part of the Party’s agenda of hyper- and constant-sexualization.

Time for a lesson in dogma