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(credit for title goes to @geekw_oafandom on twitter. Thanks, darlin’.)
You guys, I am the literal worst. I was flailing on twitter about casual reveal bisexual Sarah Manning for the umpteenth time and my poor beleaguered patient editrex seriously offered to bribe me to do my job and actually write a thing. And I was like “I want to write the thing! I WILL write the thing.” so I am writing the thing.
It’s not news to anyone that it’s been a really really bad year for queer women on TV. Like monumentally awful. But being real it’s never a great time to be a queer character on TV, male or female (us inbetweenies/neithers are basically invisible to begin with), Bury Your Gays has a name for a reason.
So this Pride Month seems like a great time to celebrate Canadian genre TV’s queer, queer summer.
I’m an odd duck. The best way to assess just how much I love a character isn’t in how much I relate to/want to be like them, or in how much I objectify the actor behind the character and talk about a desire to get horizontal with them. Nope, my absolute fave characters are the ones that bring out my inner mama bear, the ones I want to adopt and wrap in blankets and cook soup for and raise up right. And I’m already this close to looking into tracking down the proper authorities to apply to adopt the Earp sisters.
Now a double recap because life prevented me from being a punctual adult.