WARNING!!!! THIS IS REALLY LONG. But I really had to get it out: Thanks for humoring me.
I grew up in a place so small and isolated that I, too, looked to the media for any reflection of strong women.
I lived without a loving adult or a role model of any kind.
At first, I was looking for anyone who was strong: Superman, Wonder Woman. These were my first impressions of people who could really take care of themselves.
Then I wanted to see more "me." I read "A Wrinkle in Time," and "Ramona Quimby." Strong females indeed! But still.... I watched "The Bionic Woman" obsessively. Here was a living, breathing, beautiful woman who kicked ass! (comparatively - remember, it was 1976)
I loved her so much. I would replay in my head how she talked, walked, jumped, ran, smiled. I didn't know it, but I was in love!
Because I was so isolated, I didn't understand that there was such a thing as women who loved each other.
I watched Laverne and Shirley. I wanted them to stay home more and stop worrying about boys. They had each other! What more could they want?
I went right through high school, and 2 very close female friendships, being called a "dyke" but not understanding. I couldn't understand that there was something other than the stereotypical butched-out, shit-kicking dyke. I looked in the mirror and that wasnt me.
Then I met someone. First love. I was overwhelmed by my desire to be near her. We were in a relationship for 6 years, but we were both straight. We didnt know any lesbians and we didnt see any lesbians on television or in the movies. How were we to know that our relationship was okay? That it was typical and just like countless others? And that it was nothing to be ashamed of?
I watched Cagney and Lacey and went to see Fried Green Tomatoes and Beaches. I was getting closer. But in C&L, lesbianism was never addressed they were just strong women - and the movies? Well, as long as one of them dies, its okay to have a romantic friendship.
My lover and I split. She joined a church and got married. She was straight after all. I got into a relationship with an out lesbian. We saw Thelma and Louise 7 times. The best yet! Oh yeah, except that they both died.
I came out. I was in and out of relationships, as one is prone to be in their twenties. I worked in gay-friendly places and met many folks a lot like me. I identified with other women. I commiserated and laughed and fell in love. It was an accelerated adolescence/early adulthood.
I watched Star Trek:TNG and fell in love with Dr. Crusher. In the 24th century, she could almost bring herself to love a woman, but not quite. So 300 years in the future, there are no gays in space. I wondered if there were entire gay planets that they were just avoiding?
I watched the X-Files. Scully. Mmmmm. Pretty, smart, intense. She didnt cow-tow to smarty pants Mulder either. And also UFOs. Cool.
For date night, I choose Heavenly Creatures. Hot hot hot, wait, they kill her mother. The price of lesbian love at a young age, one supposes. I wonder if my date is thinking about hitting my mother in the head with a brick. I decide not to ask.
I get into another bad relationship the most destructive to date! Then I watched Xena. Whoa. She kicked ass. Muchly. And was clearly in love with her little sidekick. Damn. Now this is what I was looking for. Strong, flawed, beautiful. And (drumroll here) she didnt apologize. She wasnt punished. She wasnt corrected. She did a lot wrong, and was incredibly destructive. But she also never waivered in her love for Gabrielle and never questioned its validity.
Although it was still subtextual, it was there for us to see. We threw parties so that we could tape the show and then play back the moments in slow motion. You know what I mean: the look, the brush of a hand, the peck on a cheek, the tear. Anything that illustrated the intensity between these women was celebrated.
Scully started making goo-goo eyes at Mulder. Damn.
I got out of destructive relationships and committed to a life-partner. She is everything I ever wanted or needed. We are making a life together, and after 5 years, have barely scratched the surface of what we might be together.
My partner and I see Go Fish and Claire of the Moon. I tell myself, Watch for the sex, not the story. Watch for the sex, not the story. It works. We went again, surrounded in the theater with deprived lesbians - virtual thickets of women looking for anything that resembles their lives being reflected back to them off of the magic silver screen. We watch for the sex.
We start watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer. Witty, cool, Buffy kicks major ass with a kick and a quip. We love it. Its not us, but we love it. Oh yeah, and Willow is so cute. We were kind of like her way back when.
We rent houses and get jobs and get better jobs and take vacations and talk about having babies. We hang out with our friends, start exercising and go to therapy. We write and draw and go to graduate school.
We go see High Art. Good! Oh wait, she dies. We rent the Northern Exposure episode with Cicely and Roslyn. Good! Oh wait, she dies. We rent Bound. Wow. Cool! And while we are not ourselves grifters and con-people, we appreciate that these particular grifters and con-people are indeed lesbians.
Xena has turned into a parody of itself. I still watch, but just for the sex. More accurately, for the insinuations of the sex that is then fleshed out in a plethora of fine fan fiction.
We go see Mulholland Drive. Um. And also huh?
Oh my god, who is that on Buffy? Shes soooo cute. Are they gonna make Willow a lesbian?! The blowing out of a candle makes it official. Willow and Tara are together. Off camera, out of range, mostly implied, but together. No subtext. And weekly.
I go to a lesbian bar to watch the series finale of Xena. Hundreds of lesbians whove gathered in her name gather once more to pay homage to Xena, Warrior Princess. With bated breath, they hold each other in the dark, waiting, waiting. Waiting for the kiss, for the declaration, for the summation of their energetic, financial and undying devotion to this mythology of grand and true love. Xena dies.
After dying previously 10 times over, the Xena mythology is capped off with a sacrifice for the greater good. Gabrielle is sailing the seven seas talking to Xenas spirit and taking care of herself.
Everyone goes home.
We move to a better neighborhood, buy a better car, get promotions and rescue a kitten. We become aunts and still discuss having babies. We think about moving to a city where we might feel less threatened should we actually start this family we talk about.
We rejoice weekly in the most honest, open and sweet lesbian relationship weve ever seen in the media: Willow and Tara. We download pictures and read reviews and visit the Kitten Board daily. Willow and Tara love each other fiercely and smartly. The way we love each other. And they dont apologize. I love Buffy for bringing a life-long dream to a reality a reflection of me. I see me in them. I see my friends. I see my lover. We are in the world and its okay and we belong. We are a part of the family.
They move to a different network and now what?! Theyre kissing? In front of us? For all the world to see? It really cant get any better. Time goes by. We love them. They love each other. They break up. Its okay, theyll get back together. No one on Buffy is happy for long. Thats built in, so its okay. They are just like everyone else, so they have to go through the wringer.
I teach myself to web design, how to ftp and network, and how to maximize time on video downloads. My teachers? People on Buffy boards. I get a promotion at work. Thanks Buffy!
I go to a software conference and take my laptop so that I can download Buffy. Ive heard there was a kiss and I dont want to miss it. I spend 2.5 hours downloading a 12 second kiss. It was worth every minute.
They get back together. Then they kiss. And kiss and kiss and kiss. Um, ahhh, ahem. Oh, hell yeah. Next week, sounds of sex, post-sex glow, more kisses, more post and pre-sex glow and even more kisses.
Oh yeah, then Tara dies. Shot in the chest.
What? Willow wants revenge.
What?
We talk to our friends, and we laugh at how sad we are. We watch Buffy now, telling ourselves that we will hold out hope that they are not doing what we know they are doing.
Well! We tell ourselves, we just have to create our own reflections. Its up to us, to tell the story we want to hear and to make the story we want to see. We are spurred on in our creative and professional pursuits, with a new dedication to undo what weve seen done.
I want my money back. I want a refund, a full and unconditional promise of compensatory damages for havoc wreaked. I dont want to have invested what I have in this story. I dont want to believe what they are telling me. I dont want to hear the moral of this story. I dont want this, in the end, to be the summation. But it is. Its back to the beginning:
Bad lesbians. Bad girls.