Dark Blue World: Science Fiction

The world becomes dark blue to you, as if that is all there is, the sky and the goggles darkening the unbearable brilliance of the sun to something tolerable--and keeping the alien flares from burning out your retinas or, if you're one of the unlucky ten percent, opening a pathway in your mind that lets them in and turns you into a traitor to your own kind, whether you want to be or not. Most pilots become so accustomed to wearing the goggles that they keep them on even once they've touched down again. I won't deny there's something about a steel blue, obscured gaze that all the girls seem to go for. That doesn't get me so much, since I *am* a girl, and one look from behind smoky blue goggles isn’t going to be enough to persuade your average pilot-groupie that she does like girls after all. Most of them don’t', you know, though they may have a close friend that they're willing to snuggle with a little bit to persuade the guys that they'll really be getting something special if they get her. Nah, I prefer women who know that they're women and know that they like women, without any of the dancing around and "oh I'm not really" that a pilot groupie would make necessary. They’re groupies--they're supposed to make it easy, right? Not so much for us fly gals. And there are plenty of us, given how much better we can stand up to G-forces at the rates necessary to match the alien fly--boys, I guess. Maybe they've got fly girls too. Can't say that I think much about it or that it matters.


Inspiration: A thumbnail-sized image of this: http://www.dvdklub.cz/dvd-obrazek/5611--Tmavomodry-svet.jpg though the main character looked female to me in such a small size.
Story potential: High.
Notes: Guess who's one of the 10%? And I'm thinking setting this in an equivalent time period to back when there were hidden lesbian clubs, and it was a prosecuted crime, and some of the best female jazz singers of the era flouted it, and...yeah. Jazz.