Not sex, even—I keep it rated Teen for the kids out there—just love.”
“But Chewbacca isn’t human,” I said. “It’s not a question of whether Chewie was human, Holmesy;
it’s a question of whether he was a person.” She was almost shouting.
She took Star Wars stuff quite seriously. “And he was obviously a person. Like, what even makes you a person?
He had a body and a soul and feelings, and he spoke a language, and he was an adult, and if he and Rey were in hot, hairy, communicative love,
then let’s just thank God that two consenting, sentient adults found each other in a dark and broken galaxy.”
So often, nothing could deliver me from fear, but then sometimes, just listening to Daisy did the trick.
She’d straightened something inside me, and I no longer felt like I was in a whirlpool or walking an ever-tightening spiral.
I didn’t need similes. I was located in my self again. “So he’s a person because he’s sentient?”
“Nobody complains about male humans hooking up with female Twi’leks! Because of course men can choose whatever they want to bone.
But a human woman falling in love with a Wookiee, God forbid. I mean, I know I’m just feeding the trolls here, Holmesy, but I can’t stand for it.”
I just mean, like, a baby isn’t sentient, but a baby is still a person.“Nobody is saying anything about babies, Holmesy.
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