Everything was as it should be in Binaryville. Untill they came along; the people that didn’t want to be confined in small spaces.

“Hear you”, said a she-person, I challenge you to an optical duel. And she grabbed her sword and started dangling it in the most non-binary way.

All the people of Binaryville were in shock as she was dangling her sword.

Sure, it was a pretty sword and it was worn with great valor, but it belonged to a she-person and that could just not be.

But along came a person and they were without prejudice and appreciated the sword well.

“Migh, that’s a mighty sword”, said the person. “It may well be mightier than the pen”.

“Now now, said the she-person”. Let’s not overexaggerate.

And the people of B-ville didn’t know what do to, against such a display of non-conformity. They called the police, but they were busy beating up descendents of slaves. Then they called the church, but it was a forgiving sort of church, so that didn’t help either.

The people of B-ville, talked and talked and finally came up with a solution; They sent she-person and the person to a counselor that cured them of their queerness in only ten sessions.

Yay! Everybody happy!