Addicted to Oange
ROXY BOURDILLON ON HOW OITNB CHANGED THE GAME FOR QUEER REPRESENTATION ILLUSTRATION VICTORIA HAIGH
It’s 3am, 12 July 2013 and I am tits deep in lesbian drama. There’s the Bettie Page lookalike and the tall blonde who make out at every opportunity; the old-school dyke with “BUTCH” tattooed on her forearm; the best friends who crack everybody up then give each other head in the shower; and isn’t that classic lezzy pin-up Captain Janeway from Star Trek? Everywhere I look, women are falling for each other, wifing up, and having endless aquatic-based sex. No, I’m not at Dinah Shore. I’m halfway through the first season of Jenji Kohan’s revolutionary tour de force, Orange Is The New Black, and I’m as hopelessly hooked as those meth heads with missing teeth. I gorge all 13 eps over two late night marathons, then withdrawal sets in fast so I rewatch the lot. I want to press “Next Episode” ad infinitum.