Though there is no rhyme or reason to Shane’s type of woman, nearly all her sex scenes have one striking thing in common—Shane is on top. She is the fucker—never the fuckee—and I know women like this exist in the lesbian world; but more often than not, in real life, even the butchiest butch gets bent over every once in a while, trust me. But not Shane—she never gives it up.
If I could script one sex scene that never was but should have been, it would be this one—Shane getting topped by a big ol’ butch dyke. I would like to see her controlled, not controlling; for once, not just making all the other girls weak in the knees, but shaking in her boots with downright desire and abandon for a woman tougher, stronger, bigger, and badder than she is. I would like to see this woman fuck her and then leave her. Shane would not be humiliated or hurt—but stunned … and exhausted, with a big dopey grin on her face. Mmmm … sweet.
So, au revoir L Word—you will be missed. With only the reruns to keep us warm at night, where will we turn for our lesbian soap opera needs? I hope we see something new on the horizon soon; and Ilene Chaiken, if you haven’t launched a new project yet, I propose the D Word—about a group of dykes living in San Francisco. I would be glad to star in the pilot—opposite Drew Barrymore, with lots and lots of sex scenes. Now, that’s sweet.
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