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Oh my, let me count out the reasons!

If you look at the shows getting so much attention from the femslash community these days (Women's Murder Club, Criminal Minds, Bionic Woman, etc), you'll notice some striking similarities:  tough, strong women that are quite feminine in appearance but boarder on androgynous in their mannerisms.  The show writers will throw in a CQW (cute guy of the week) to appease the hetero audience members but play up the "eyeshagging" between the ladies to keep the queer girls hanging on.

In spite of the fact that it is now 2008, gay folks are still looking for kernels of anything gay on TV shows.  Go to say WMC's message board and suggest the utter insanity of there possibly being a lesbian in a group of female crimefighters living in San Francisco (queers? in San Fran? never heard of such a thing), and you'll be soundly and unanimously shot down.  A lesbian love interest on a show will be the death of the show according to these folks, but they'll be the first to buy a Girl's Gone Wild video for a glimpse of girl-on-girl action.  

There's also a collective cry from the hetero viewers about why we simply MUST make everything gay.  Well, when everything is straight, sometimes you need to do what's necessary to save your mind from frazzeling into a heap of mindless goo.  Seriously, everything in our world is SOOOO straight!  Over the holidays, I watched mind-numbing after mind-numbing show about "family" and yet none reflected MY family.  Every commercial, every show, every event, every outing, EVERYTHING is hetero!!!!

That's where Femslash fanfiction comes in.  Thank God for FEMSLASH!!!!  I think of femslash as a way of getting even of sorts.  Let 'em have their straight San Fran crime fighters.  We'll give these shows the spice they need and have them screaming like banshees with each other in the bedroom (and numerous other places).  They'll be doing things that wouldn't even be shown on the L Word (the unedited director's cut, at that!).  

This is similar to another show from years back (drum roll please):  Xena.   A look, a touch, a quipped line and suddenly the fanfic writers let out a collective *squee* of delight.  The tap, tap, tap of keyboards could be heard around the world. :)

The Lindsay/Cindy interplay on WMC has been likened to the delicate tension between Xena and Gabrielle.  Come on, don't pretend you don't know what I'm talking about!  Both have an older, more sophisticated woman taking a shine to a younger, more naive woman.  Cindy follows Lindsay all over, insisting that Lindsay needs her, much like Gabrielle did.  Cindy is ALWAYS getting into trouble that Lindsay has to get her out of.  Lindsay is definitely the dark, brooding, emotionally distant type that pushes Cindy away (or tries to) in order to protect herself from getting hurt.  Cindy is so cute that she's annoying, just sugar sweet and too good to be true.  AND she's a our lovely Gabrielle.  I tell ya, ABC could have a good thing here if they don't blow it.

BUT, they probably will blow it.  If they listen to the idiocy on those message boards, they probably won't follow the tried and true methods discovered through Xena.  The producers and writers could easily have the best of both worlds and both sets of viewers, but they'll probably give in to fear.

This all makes me wonder one thing:  Xena gave us the first real femslashable story and created an underworld of fabulous writing, correct?  After years of fans, especially lesbian fans, hounding Xena's producers and writers for a love story to the point that we got it (in a manner of speaking), and after years of creating wonderful fanfiction, did we unknowingly acquiesce the world of TV to the hetero viewers?  In other words, did our own creativity to design a world we understand and would like to live in actually make us less likely to challenge the PTB (powers that be) for storylines that represent us?  

Whatever the answer, LONG LIVE FEMSLASH!!! 
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Title: At Wit's End
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Lindsay/Cindy (WMC)
Spoilers: Nah, just a follow up to all the eyeshagging in "To Drag and to Hold"
Disclaimer:  Unfortunately, not mine.  If they were, this would SOOOO happen!
Archive:  Only with permission.
Author's Note:  This is copyrighted.  If you steal it or any of my other stories, I'll sic Xena and Gabrielle on you!
Thanks to [personal profile] em for the beta (you were right, it wasn't painful), to whoever made the comment about these two being alone in an interrogation room thanks for the inspiration, and Ralst for the New Year's prompt.
Submitted for the 72 hour challenge.

At Wit's End
By Calliope


It was too much to take!  Cindy had reached her wit's end.  She had had enough of Lindsay feeling sorry for herself.  Tom was not even close to being good for her and it hurt to watch this dark, complicated, beautiful woman drown her sorrows in a bottle.  She should be happy and laughing, not falling off a stool in some seedy joint.  So, she did what any decent friend would do.  She went into the bar and dragged Lindsay out to go to the station.  If anything could get her mind off of things, it would be work.  

"It's freakin' New Year's Eve!  Can't people just TRY not to kill each other when they're celebrating?!"  The whiskey and beer had gone to Lindsay's head.  She stumbled into the interrogation room causing the drunken frat boy seated at the table to jump in alarm.  "What the fuck are you looking at?!"

Taking a deep breath, Cindy pushed her hair back before leaning over to the frightened guard to whisper in his ear.  Quickly he grabbed the boy by the arm and left the room in relief.  When the door closed behind her, the petite woman turned to Lindsay, "So...just how drunk are you?"  Lindsay pushed her forehead off the wall and rolled to the side.  Cindy mused that it was probably the only thing keeping the dark-haired woman from slipping into inebriated oblivion.

"I'm drunk enough."

"Enough for what?"  Cindy stepped closer, taking advantage of Lindsay's closed eyes to drink in every curve of the incredibly sexy woman in front of her.  For her, there was no stronger aphrodisiac than Lindsay.  She felt lightheaded merely being in her presence and it was getting harder to deny.

"Please, Cindy, stop looking at me that way," the hushed whisper from Lindsay gripped Cindy's heart.  Without even looking up, she knew those gorgeous eyes would border between fear and desire.  

"What way is that?"  She ran her fingers along the edge of the black leather jacket.  Amazed that she would dare to be this bold, she watched her own shaking hands as they got closer to the barely exposed midriff.  Both women let go of the breath they had been holding when the redhead finally connected skin-to-skin.

"Like you want me to do this."

Long fingers drifted up into red tresses gripping in passion and desperation before tilting Cindy's head back.  In spite of being eternally curious to a fault, the smaller woman couldn't keep her eyes open in order to memorize every moment of this kiss.  No matter what happened tomorrow when Lindsay sobered up, she wanted to remember every detail - her soft skin, gentle lips, and warm tongue sweet with the taste of liquor.  

Outside, the noise of celebration was barely registering.  It was midnight on New Year's Eve.  Wrapping her arms around the waist of the raven beauty, Cindy smiled into the kiss.  She'll have to remember to pay the kid well for his great acting and the guard for holding the interrogation room for her.  Now, this is the way to ring in the New Year.


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