Over the past few decades, stories have slowly changed from being the kind where the author first explains how QUILTBAG people might come to exist and be acceptable (see Joanna Russ’s The Female Man, in which a group of women become lesbians because they’re stuck for centuries on a planet without men) to the kinds where we take it for granted that QUILTBAG people need no speculative explanation (see Elizabeth Bear’s Carnival, in which there’s a planet run by lesbians because some radical lesbian separatists—people who already exist in present day Earth culture—decided to start their own colony).

'Moved in where?' Sam asked Brona in confusion. 'What boyfriend?' 'Glen,' Brona said quietly. 'You met him a while ago, remember? He only moved in last week. I was going to tell you but […] I thought you might be funny about it, that's all.'

“Yeah Wayne, go on, and tell 'er 'bout the r'coon too, now there's somethin' funny,” De said, smarting back.

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