Movies like ‘She Hate Me’ pander to the ultimate male fantasies of a single man making eighteen lesbians have heart-pounding orgasms, and in the end getting to play house with two sultry lesbians. While the movie was funny it did raise my hackles. (It had other themes of course, not relevant to this discussion)
Men in general, think that being a lesbian is a hot thing, watching two women grinding their pelvic bones with strap-ons to be erotic or thrusting their clits against each other would lead to heaving climax.
Serials like ‘The L Word’ also encourage these false perceptions. In the last scene of one of the episodes in Season 1, a cat fight leads to clothes-ripping hot sex. Ah! Here was another male fantasy being played out and the icing on the cake would have been a mud fight.
The scene couldn’t be further than the truth. What I hadn’t mentioned is the reason for the fight which involved the discovery of infidelity. No one whether straight or a gay would have sex with a cheating spouse on the very night of discovery. The more typical reaction would be to throw the wayward partner out of the house and spend lots of tear drenched bad hair days before any kind of contact would be made.
This scene was more a pitch to male fantasies than a true lover’s tiff. While trying to make the scene passionate, the script-writers make the sizzling hot lesbian throw her hysterical lover on the bed, rip her dress and while kissing her all over, make her cum hard and fast. Phew! That scene would make even a ninety year old man feel his meat but for me, a heterosexual woman, it did nothing and I can only guess that it wouldn’t do anything for a lesbian either, at least objectively.
Another reason why I didn’t like this show was that all, and I mean all the babes in it are centerfold material with cherry-topped perky breasts that are shown once if not twice in every episode. It makes Bay Watch seem like Sesame Street.
Western media has promoted the myth that lesbians would love to have sex with a man. Get real – that fantasy can only hold true in Bunny Ranch but not in real life. Lesbians, even those that suffer from Pork Envy and dress like men wouldn’t want to feel the good old poke even for a minute. That is the bottom line of being gay. But hey it doesn’t hurt to wish for the unbelievable now does it? Just like wishing one’s snoring wife would be magically transformed into a freshly shaved Playboy bunny. Yup, it doesn’t hurt anyone to fantasize.
As Judith Daniels says in the “Lesbian Couples Guide”,
“…it is rare that lesbians ever see our own lust or passion reflected back to us in films, books, television. We are inundated with images of heterosexual sexuality. The occasional lesbian we do encounter in the media is a twisted, psychotic killer, or a male heterosexual’s pornographic fantasy”
So why do my hackles rise? Well, what holds good for the gander seems to hold good for the goose as most women (moi included) would rather watch lesbian porn with their men than a video with two men slurping each other. It just isn’t fair.