I’m going to establish myself as a writer who never writes straight relationships. Then, one fateful day, I’m going to introduce a straight couple. I will make them the healthiest straight relationship ever without ever saying they are a couple. I’ll keep it subtext most of the time. Still, they will be as well developed as my plethora of gay-ass characters. Then, just after subtext becomes maintext and they’ve finally admitted their feelings for one another and given in to those feelings

I’m going to kill one of them off for drama

But “text” (or “maintext”) is not just dialogue and kissing. It’s every damn thing that is actually on the show. It’s those things plus everything else. It’s blocking, it’s editing, it’s acting. It’s in the songs they play or the scores they write. A thing does not need to be explicit to be “text”. Tell me what Lost in Translation was about. Tell me about that “subtext.”

Visible, explicit representation is paramount. It is as important for the viewers NOT being represented as it is for the people looking for representation. Outside of Tumblr I’m not what most people would call old, but I can’t imagine seeing this amount of representation on TV when I was growing up. I was sneak-rewatching Gia on a taped-off-HBO VHS tape every night in high school. No wonder I wasn’t a whole lot of fun. But for real. Seeing people living and dealing and talking out loud about being queer is beautiful and amazing and still too scarce. More, more, more. No doubt. 

But not all stories are told in explicit terms. I think we need to address the fact that a story’s iconic value to the queer community is not always (or even often) equal to it’s value as a compelling story. Like, The L Word was a hugely important step for queer (white) women’s representation on television, and I love it and rewatch the hell out it, but as far as storytelling goes it was maddeningly bad most of the time. Like, I watched the Season 2 premiere at Avalon in Boston in a sold-out house full of lesbians who let out one enormous audible gasp when that damn theme song first roared its ugly head. It mattered to us so much, and it let us down so consistently. Visibility itself is immeasurably important, but it does not guarantee quality.

We are lucky enough to be in a (at least relative to the past) golden age for queer women’s representation on TV. Hopefully it only gets broader from here. More, more, more. There are great shows right now that feature lesbian storylines, whether they are the A B or Z plots, as incidental parts of complex and good stories. That’s some excellent shit. But it’s not the only way to do things.

It’s narrow and reductive to say that stories don’t count if there’s no explicit declaration of love or onscreen kissing/sex (especially stories that are still in progress.) There are so many stories to tell and so many ways to tell them. I’m not trying to tell you you’re supposed to watch shows that don’t have what you personally are looking for, but you ought to step back and respect that the people who do love those stories have valid reasons for loving them. 

I think our criticism should be focused harder on “sweeps-gay” storylines than on well-told stories that don’t feature onscreen orgasms. 

The only hard-line stance worth taking here is “more”, is what I’m saying, I guess.

*This has been an extraordinarily flimsily disguised Bering & Wells post by an unapologetically biased and quite drunk stan. Bye.

I need a scene with Jane and Maura in the car between leaving the Robber and arriving at the crime scene that has Jane babbling on like “Oh, so no French women, huh? I bet you had a rebellious streak and hooked up with some underground London punk chick during a semester abroad or some artsy fartsy girl that made sculptures of you out of clay.”

And Maura just sits there, listening intently to her girlfriend ramble and finally when Jane stops the car Maura is all “My taste in women leans more towards loud, Italian detectives who ask too many questions and have a tendency to bite my memory foam pillows during intimate moments.”

And Jane leans across the console like

That’s a good answer, now give detective pillow princess a kiss.”

I can’t believe there are people who still think Xena and Gabrielle were not physically intimate. (Yes there are people like this who exist still to this very day.)

Like seriously? What are you on? How come none of my “friends” bathe with me, kiss me, and give me hickeys.