I like to think that I’m not the only person who has guilty indulgences. I’m not talking about something like chocolate or new shoes. I’m talking about liking things that your friends may think you wouldn’t like.
For example, Lise teases me because I like old school country music – I’m talking Loretta Lynn, Don Williams and George Jones. Don’t know much about contemporary country music but I just love me some old time pickers and grinners. She also teases me because I like to rock out to The Eagles and Steve Miller Band. You see, she assumed that growing up I would have listened more to R&B or disco. Well, I did listen to R&B and disco as well as Strauss, Chopin, Chicago, Earth Wind & Fire and Pink Floyd.
Lise and I were having dinner the other night with some friends (another lesbian couple) and we began to discuss movies and TV shows that we had seen and enjoyed. I wish I had a camera to capture the look of distaste on their faces when I told them that I was a fan of HBO’s series, Big Love. Come to think of it, Lise’s brother and his husband had that same look on their faces when I told them about the show’s premise.
Big Love is about a family of polygamists – a man with three wives and the intricacies of their lives. My friends could not understand how, as a lesbian and a recovering christian, I would really dig this show. I tried to explain that coming from a Catholic/Baptist/Salvationist background I find their interpretation of Christianity fascinating in light of the deception in their lives. There are so many levels of intrigue, manipulation and deception in this series it’s almost like watching a train wreck in slow motion. Big Love has been picked up by HBO for a third season and with season two just about wrapping up I can’t wait to see what’s going to happen. Here’s the trailer for the second season:
My other shameful indulgence is the Showtime series, Dexter. Here’s a guy who looks like Opie Taylor, works as a blood splatter expert for the Miami police and just so happens to also be a serial killer. How on earth could a middle-aged lesbo relate to such a character? I sure as hell don’t know but I find myself actually feeling sympathy for the guy. Here’s the trailer: