So tell me about Naomi and Emily. Tell me how they fell in love, absolutely — tell me a hundred times! But tell me about the consequences. Tell me about the paralyzing fear of being seen. Tell me about getting wrecked by getting known. Tell me about an afternoon on a scooter, full on Garibaldi, under an impossibly blue sky. Tell me about running and tripping and falling and failing, and about slicing yourself open with the broken pieces of the only thing you ever loved. Tell me about the blood. And don’t mop it up. And don’t ignore it. And don’t insult me with a bandage. Let it bleed and let it heal and let me run my fingers over the scar because that’s how I know you are telling me the truth.
Now introduce me to another show — seriously, I’m begging you — that has done that with its lesbian and bisexual characters. I can name two. In the history of TV, I can name two — and neither of them were The L Word.
I think the legacy of Bryan Elsley and Jamie Brittain is what they did with Naomi and Emily. And a triumph beyond measure is what Lily Loveless and Kathryn Prescott infused into their characters.
The world is dark, and light is precious. And they told us a real and resounding love story.
Which, perfectly enough, ends with a beginning.