I know you tune in here for the points, which I’ve been very lax about giving, or for the quirk. I admit - I have a lot of quirk. I try to spare you the ranting about work and my various passionate views about well…anything that strikes me. But after I’ve shared a secret like yesterday’s, I feel like we’re both ready for something a little more intimate.
Specifically, A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila. Let me clarify that I did not watch the show from the beginning. In fact, it was so low on my radar as to not even make a blip. But then, I accidentally surfed on it and recalled an article about Tila in an old issue of Rolling Stone. At that time, she had the most Myspace friends but was otherwise unremarkable. The article must have made a lasting impression since I stayed to watch her bisexual bachelorette show. I didn’t think it was remarkable either, but it stuck. D. and I watched the last three or four episodes, ashamed but enthralled. Tila was articulate. She made sense. And she narrowed down all the women-as-drag-queens, run of the mill lesbians, beefcakes and dumb and drunk guys. In the end, she had one man and one woman (no doubt in the terms of her contract), probably the two most normal people she could have ended up with.
My problem is that, from the beginning of the finale, it was clear she would pick the man. I found myself saying to D. “Of course she’ll pick him. Look at the girl. She’s so butch it’s clear Tila subconsciously wants a man anyway.” And I was horrified. I haven’t got anything against bisexuals. Having enjoyed time with both men and women (and yes, I think that is steam pouring out of D.’s ears…), I can understand why she might find either gender appealing. I think my problem was that I had a bias against butch women I didn’t know I had.
D. is gorgeous. Slightly curled, golden brown hair. When she pulls it up, the curls still brush her shoulders. Her freckles scatter over her perfectly pale skin, which highlights her green eyes when it flushes. She has little hands that know exactly how to move and, though she wouldn’t believe it, they move both gracefully and with strength. She has a little curve at the base of her spine that gives her just a little sway. I don’t think of her as butch. But I think she would argue that she is. She is tough. There are calluses on her hands. She has an attitude that streams survival and will but is still a nice person. It’s a hard balance to strike. She wears leather well and has thick belts and broken in jeans. She doesn’t wear girly clothes or say girly things. She has a deep, satisfying voice. Regardless of identification or how her body looks, she appeals to me and there’s no way I want anyone but her.
I’m surprised my first thought about Tila was not that she and the woman didn’t have the same emotional connection that you see in lovers (and they didn’t) but that butch = men. Who knew I held such unenlightened beliefs? Rereading, I feel like I didn’t do my thoughts justice. I’m not even certain where I was going. D. pointed out after the elimination that it was hard to be butch. I imagine it must be, especially with idiots like me running around.
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