While it took me quite a while to officially ‘label’ my sexuality (a pressure that we should not need to feel so compelled to act upon), it didn’t take long to realise I wasn’t straight.
I have always found women totally desirable. I remember watching The L Word when I was fourteen – lots of the innuendo went over my head, but I was there for the inspiring and sex-fueled queer community that the show portrayed.
Little did I know that my coming out would not turn me into Bette Porter – a BMW convertible-driving art curator who wears immaculate pantsuits, with a raging sexual ferocity to boot.
A joke is told in The L Word’s first season that holds narrative weight – it’s referenced a few times over the course of its six-season run, and I didn’t understand it at all. “What does a lesbian bring to a first date?”, one of the core cast members posits to her fellow gorgeous queers.
“A turkey baster?” Another suggests.
Ultimately, we learn that the answer is not a turkey baster, but a U-Haul (AKA a moving van). While the more literal elements of the joke made sense to me, I struggled to comprehend why wanting to move in with someone quickly was synonymous with lesbianism, not love at first sight.