Seriously though now that I think on it holding hands while you sit on a dryer waiting for one or both of you to achieve orgasm absolutely counts as sex. It’s just so over the top to make it NOT what it obviously is but it’s at least on the same level as those Mormon kids who penetrate each other by laying on top of each other naked while a third friend jumps on the bed. It’s the kind of sex you get with two deeply repressed people! You got Dorothy in denial about her biness and you got Joyce so brain poisoned by religion neither is going to call it what it is. But now I’m thinking about Dorothy being such a control freak her immediate response to finding out Joyce is interested in someone not her is to create a sequence of events to ensure SHE gives Joyce her first orgasm. And now at the idea that she can’t have Joyce (even though she totally can) she goes full blown into denying the reality of her feelings. All this to say I’m not sure what my point is here but I swear I have one.