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(Oh, alright, it was 3x05. The one with the hentai sex. Yes, that does narrow it down).
No, seriously, I thought I was kidding when I made jokes about Lost Girl gifs really being about tentacle sex and Bo trolling for a threesome with Lauren, but no, that was really going on. Basically, Lost Girl is the drrrty lemon fic of a normal show that has somehow switched places with the real show. Which means we are in an alternate universe to the real universe where Lost Girl doesn’t have more scissoring than arts and crafts. Shortly, Zachary Quinto will grow a goatee.
Speaking of threesomes, that is a bit of a weird oversight. I mean, it seems like the obvious solution. Bo and Lauren are in a committed relationship, but they bring in third parties when Bo has needs. I guess we could chalk that one up to “but then the story would be over” (the same reason girls in slasher movies can never just call the police) or to Lauren not being able to deal with that. I don’t know, it’s more interesting for me to read into that a fault in the relationship. Not something that can’t be dealt with, just growing pains.
See, in so much as Lost Girl can be a metaphor for anything besides hot sluts having boobs, we could read it as a polygamous person (that’s Bo) falling for a monogamous person. Or, you know, a husband who really likes boxing but his wife doesn’t care for boxing, but no, I like my example better. And instead of trying to find a way to meet halfway (the “no Dyson” rule is a good start, but it clearly doesn’t put Lauren THAT much at ease—it’s just covering up a sore spot for her), Lauren plays “noble sufferer for the relationship”. She’ll let Bo have her fun, but she’ll be right downstairs wincing as she listens in—and works on a way to corral Bo’s urges so she doesn’t NEED to get any strange. Which isn’t the mark of a healthy relationship. Healthy would be going off to, I don’t know, watch a midnight showing of GI Joe: Retaliation with a wave and a smile to Bo. Or watching, or filming it, or joining in, or whatever.
The question to me is, is Bo monogamous or does she just want to be monogamous for Lauren? If she were filling out a relationship wishlist, would she say “I only ever want to have sex with Lauren” or “I want to be in love with Lauren, but have her understand my need to fuck someone in the occasional bathroom stall.” Which, ya know, sounds ugly, like a cheating husband trying to justify how he can’t keep it in his pants, only Bo’s been upfront about who and what she is all along. In fact, Lauren’s known more about her biology than Bo has as she claimed that she fell in love with Bo the first time they met. If Lauren didn’t want a partner who wouldn’t be exclusive with her, then she should’ve not dated Bo, not insisted that Bo conform to her ideal relationship.
Which isn’t to say their relationship is bad or that I don’t ship it, just that I’d like to see Lauren get over herself before the relationship self-destructs. Yeah, your girlfriend’s a huge slut—have fun with that. In what other life partnership are you going to be be able to say “Liking that redhead” and have your boo go “me too, you chat her up, I’ll warm up the massage oil”?
No, seriously, I thought I was kidding when I made jokes about Lost Girl gifs really being about tentacle sex and Bo trolling for a threesome with Lauren, but no, that was really going on. Basically, Lost Girl is the drrrty lemon fic of a normal show that has somehow switched places with the real show. Which means we are in an alternate universe to the real universe where Lost Girl doesn’t have more scissoring than arts and crafts. Shortly, Zachary Quinto will grow a goatee.
Speaking of threesomes, that is a bit of a weird oversight. I mean, it seems like the obvious solution. Bo and Lauren are in a committed relationship, but they bring in third parties when Bo has needs. I guess we could chalk that one up to “but then the story would be over” (the same reason girls in slasher movies can never just call the police) or to Lauren not being able to deal with that. I don’t know, it’s more interesting for me to read into that a fault in the relationship. Not something that can’t be dealt with, just growing pains.
See, in so much as Lost Girl can be a metaphor for anything besides hot sluts having boobs, we could read it as a polygamous person (that’s Bo) falling for a monogamous person. Or, you know, a husband who really likes boxing but his wife doesn’t care for boxing, but no, I like my example better. And instead of trying to find a way to meet halfway (the “no Dyson” rule is a good start, but it clearly doesn’t put Lauren THAT much at ease—it’s just covering up a sore spot for her), Lauren plays “noble sufferer for the relationship”. She’ll let Bo have her fun, but she’ll be right downstairs wincing as she listens in—and works on a way to corral Bo’s urges so she doesn’t NEED to get any strange. Which isn’t the mark of a healthy relationship. Healthy would be going off to, I don’t know, watch a midnight showing of GI Joe: Retaliation with a wave and a smile to Bo. Or watching, or filming it, or joining in, or whatever.
The question to me is, is Bo monogamous or does she just want to be monogamous for Lauren? If she were filling out a relationship wishlist, would she say “I only ever want to have sex with Lauren” or “I want to be in love with Lauren, but have her understand my need to fuck someone in the occasional bathroom stall.” Which, ya know, sounds ugly, like a cheating husband trying to justify how he can’t keep it in his pants, only Bo’s been upfront about who and what she is all along. In fact, Lauren’s known more about her biology than Bo has as she claimed that she fell in love with Bo the first time they met. If Lauren didn’t want a partner who wouldn’t be exclusive with her, then she should’ve not dated Bo, not insisted that Bo conform to her ideal relationship.
Which isn’t to say their relationship is bad or that I don’t ship it, just that I’d like to see Lauren get over herself before the relationship self-destructs. Yeah, your girlfriend’s a huge slut—have fun with that. In what other life partnership are you going to be be able to say “Liking that redhead” and have your boo go “me too, you chat her up, I’ll warm up the massage oil”?
