“Just…you said platonic,” she said, still squeaky but much less hopeful. “As in. Um. C-celibate?” Hoping that Miranda would roll her eyes and tell Andy, yet again, that she had completely missed the point.

Miranda hesitated, and then nodded again.

“Oh,” Andy said, and gulped. “Oh, I um, but I…”

“Sex isn’t that important,” Miranda said flatly.

“Yes, it is!” Andy said. Miranda raised her eyebrows. “I mean, okay, it’s not the most important thing, not at all, b-but—I mean, I like sex.”

Miranda looked extremely sour. “Really.”

“Well, yes,” Andy said, unable to see what was wrong with that, and wondering if someone had recently whacked Miranda unconscious with a copy of The Bostonians or something. “What’s wrong with that?”

Telanu’s Truth and Measure, Part III (via jigglypants)

Even just reading this tiny passage sends shivers down my spine. Possibly my favourite piece of fictional writing, ever (next to George Orwell), and y’know, that’s saying something.

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