Okay, so this didn't really happen. But let's pretend it did.
I realized how much I loved watching lesbian relationships on screen before I realized how much I loved them off. I mean, I was for a really long time, the family odd ball who sat in the corner, headphones on, watching the L Word, hanging off every word, and turning the screen away when someone asked me what I was doing. I got away with doing anti-social things like that because I’m technically “gifted” and I suppose that having brains, in the mind of my family, also meant that I’d be a little bit of a reclusive weirdo. The L Word was in no way what started it all, but that’s for another post. Why? Because I’ll have to brace you for the stories pertaining to my sexuality.
But I digress, the reason behind this blog is, well, I’ve realized I will watch most anything as long as there is a lesbian in it. I’m talking real lesbian playing straight, which can turn even the darkest dramas into comedies, the gay for pay chicks, which make me wish I were Katherine Moennig, attracting straight girls like pigeons to breadcrumbs. There’s even the lesbian subplot, or even the lesbian undertones in a film, book, television show, you name it. If I spot a hint of lesbian activity, pass the vegan-buttered popcorn, because I’m hooked. I’m watching South of Nowhere’s first season right now, and while it’s terribly blurry, and I’m almost over the high school-related films and shows thing, there is a lesbian. And a straight girl that’s totally gunning for her. I wish that were the way things worked out, it would be a recipe for disaster, but it would have made my life so much more convenient.
Lesbians are so underrepresented in the media that it’s near sickening. And when we are talked about, it’s never anything good. Be it the fact that, I believe it was People, covered Ellen and Portia’s wedding and used the line “the happily ‘married’ couple.” Let’s remember that it’s actually a legally binding marriage, and that is just like spitting in the face of societal growth. Or even recently, Da Brat (who I don’t even know) was sentenced to jail time, and while I had no idea who she was, I found out soon she was a lesbian and not much more. The headline essentially said “lesbian Da Brat convicted,” while that’s not false, she is indeed a lesbian, I had to Wikipedia her in order to find out she was actually a rapper. Who knew? Not whomever had just heard of her for the first time when they read that. Rappers get into those crazy turf wars all the time, but now that she’s a lesbian, we should put it out there because that’s really the most important part of the story. What the hell? Really. This makes me so flustered that I do not even know what to do with myself, the fact that equality is so far off makes me actually feel as if we live in some archaic society that’s set in it’s ways, wrong or not. Being a vegan, lesbian (and we can lump woman in there too, for obvious reasons), feminist, environmentalist these days seems to equate to me being a radical revolutionary, bent on bringing down the economy, and society as we know it. I’m not trying to ruin your world, I’m just trying to keep my little corner of it from being trampled for no apparent reason.
Clearly the beginning of a new paragraph is the way to not apologize for the rant above. What I’m trying to say is, that as a lesbian, among other things, I cling on to visions of other lesbians who are properly represented in the media. I like to think that watching, reading, listening, and sympathizing equals support sometimes.
(First posted: 25/08/08)