My mouth sat ajar in front of the television screen, opening and closing on its own rhythm like a guppy looking for air. Emma, in black lingerie, leans back across a kitchen island. Mishel Prada cleaned her toes with Listerine before this scene.
Against the kitchen isle. Slamming her to the ground and sitting on her face. That said, it would be impossible to craft a timeline of groundbreaking gay girl sex scenes without it. Alex, Nicky, Piper, and Lorna Morello put in work. If those shows were carrying the metaphorical baton, then on Sunday night they handed it off to Vida and Tanya Saracho ran with it. She wrote a high femme bossy bitch top and her one night stand.
She wrote them toe sucking, and Emma fucking her lover from behind, grounding her leg weight and using her knees to add extra pressure. Bodies bare and open and not hidden in shadows.
It is not an exaggeration to say that what aired on Sunday was once in a lifetime. At the very least, the shows in question have been rightly criticized for the mistreatment of their women of color characters. Even more so than our white peers, queer women of color have been denied sexual agency on television — particularly within white spaces, but also in spaces of our own.
Michelle Badillo told Vulture that before taking this role on Vida, she had never acted professionally before. Create something bigger than yourself. Well… Fuck it then. My goodness, I love this show.
After the sex, Sam lounges around in their bed, breasts still bare. But at least for an evening, she was able to be more free. Her smile damn near breaks her face in two. I totally knew it. Comparing her to Vida is out of the question. Lyn just wants Emma to know that she has support. Their moment is sweet, but also sad. She tosses and turns, tears running into the crevices of her glazed, far away eyes. Letting the emotions lay precariously on the ground like a live wire in a rainstorm.
That silent underwater bathtub scream? Anzoategui is giving their everything to this role. So in the middle of the night, she breaks into the locked living room cabinet. For the last time: They are ALL her best song. She knows that Emma is just here to sell and leave. All she ever does is leave. Once again, Anzoategui knocks it out of the park! Eddy explains, everything was going ok, not great mind you, but they were getting by — until Vida got sick.
She was fucking dying! Back away from these selfish young women. Back to mourning her lost love. Eddy was there for Vida, even when it was just the two of them facing the world. She took care of her alone in her final months and days, while Emma and Lyn were off living their grand lives with no clue that things were amiss at home.
She used to be a shoe model and warns Eddy, errrr, excuse me, ahem, Eduina, never to marry a lazy man. Most importantly, she shows up right when Eddy needs her most, to help heal her pain. The first time, when we breathe our last breath.
Next, when they put us in the ground. And finally, when the last person alive who knows and remembers us, says our name for the last time. Vida was saving the cigars for a special occasion, and she died before she ever got to enjoy them. They had so many plans together — they wanted to remodel the bar, to tell the truth to her daughters about their relationship, to set things right with Emma.
Eddy wonders, why do we do that? Damned if Tita gets it. God give me the strength to be an old Abuelita one day, smoking on a cigar dipped in rum. Thank you for your patience with this recap being a bit late. But no matter what else life throws at me, hanging out with you is always a highlight. I hope you have a beautiful, relaxing long weekend.