"Cinematic Inspirations" by Sophia

Samantha -

Bewitched

Elizabeth Montgomery

People often ask me when I first learned I was "different". And when they say "different", what they really mean is "Kinky and Manipulative"-- but they're just too afraid to use those words. When you're asked a question over and over, you think about the answer a lot. Looking back, the very first signs, if you want to call them that, were being 4-6 years old and watching Samantha of Bewitched. I was completely entranced by Samantha and the power she had over her husband. Don't get me wrong, it wasn't a sexual thing yet, but I was amazed by Samantha's witch powers. I have a hazy memory of thinking how much fun it would be to be able to control people and reality just with the twitch of the nose. I would laugh and laugh at poor, pathetic Darren as, in episode after episode, he became the helpless victim of witchcraft, and had to run to Samantha and beg her to save him. I remember laughing and laughing at one episode where a guy is hitting on Samantha and she doesn't like it so she turns him into a dog. I also remember thinking that if I were Samantha, I wouldn't do whatever Darrin says; I'd use my powers to do whatever I wanted and if he wasn't happy, I'd use my witchy powers to play pranks on him and stuff. I was a weird kid-- looking back, it seems like this is one of the first "signs" that I wasn't going to grow up to become just your typical, boring girl next door.

Sherry -

Real Men

Gail Barle

I watched this film when I was pretty little, and even though Sherry is just a very small part of the film, I remember being utterly fascinated with this role. How even though she hurt him, the man loved her, and he would give up his whole mission just to be near her. How he seemed to fear her and worship her at the same time. It's just a short little scene in a silly little film, but it made a huge impression on me.

Nobody's sexual identity comes with an instruction manual. You have to figure out as you go. If you're heterosexual, it's usually a straight and simple journey to understand what you enjoy. If you're gay, things might be a bit confusing at first. But when you are oddly turned on by the idea of hurting men and making them love you for it, it's hard to find good role models. Watching the character in this film is the first time I can remember being utterly captivated by the idea of making a man weak and helpless through desire. I don't know if I was genetically predisposed to like it or not-- but I definitely was already wired up to like it by the time I saw this film in second or third grade. Like the first time a pyromaniac sees a fire, this short little scene really made an impression on me.

Delilah -

Judeo-Christian Folklore

How bad is it that when I was young kindergartner in parochial school, and I first heard the story of Samson and Delilah, I wanted to be Delilah. Poor old Yahweh & Christ-- they are scared of women. From Eve to Jezebel, women are always portrayed as evil and dangerous.

Samson is a Jewish take-off on Hercules. He can defeat entire armies of Philistines single-handedly. The Philistine leaders, desperate for a way to stop Samson, unleash their deadliest weapon: the beautiful seductress Delilah. The name Delilah means "the physically weak one"-- she does not have Samson's brute strength. Yet "the weak one" comes to totally dominate "the strong one".

Delilah seduces Samson, and soon, he is so in love with her, he confesses the secret of his strength-- if his hair is ever cut, he will lose his strength.

Delilah tells the Philistines, who sneak in and cut Samson's hair while Samson is sleeping. Samson is then captured. His eyes are gouged out, and he is reduced to slave labor.

What was true for the ancient Judeans still holds true in a world of cell phones and Youtube-- For the female of the species is far more deadly than the male.

The Waitresses -

I Know What Boys Like

Patty Donahue

So I hadn't originally planned on including music videos in this little series, but I really can't let the opportunity pass without documenting this little story, which so clearly illustrates that even as a young "tween" I was already quite "unique". So let me set the stage-- I'm roughly 11 or 12 years old. I'm watching a VH1 special which is showcasing really old music videos. It's really fun for me, because I've heard some of these songs my whole life, but in most cases, I'm only seeing the people who sang them for the very first time. I enjoyed giggling at a young Madonna and a black Michael Jackson.

I recorded the entire thing, such that I could watch it later at my leisure. And when I finally got around to view the special in its entirety, I find there is a true gem awaiting me. "I Know What Boys Like" by The Waitresses. A woman talks about how she knows what guys want. Some of the lyrics include gems like: "I know what boys like-- boys like me!". "I make them want me, I like to tease them. They want to touch me, I never let them." And of course "They get so angry, like pouty children denied their candy, I laugh right at them". The images are appropriate to the lyrics, as geeky looking boys are tormented by a confident woman.

I'd never seen or heard the song before, I'd never heard of The Waitresses, but I was hooked. I laughed and laughed and laughed at it. I showed my mom. I showed my friends. I played it over and over. I went to the music store and had them _order_ a CD of The Waitresses, hoping that all the songs were sung with the same attitude (they weren't :( ). I adored the song.

I kept the video tape of that VH1 special for years, until finally, it broke sometime when I was in high school, and I was out of luck until Youtube came along. That makes me sound more obsessive than I actually was-- I didn't watch the video THAT much-- mostly when I wanted to show it to a friend who hadn't seen it. And it was a brand-x tape, and tapes like that broke all the time, even when I didn't watch the hell out of them. But the fact that I kept the tape for so long and watched it till it broke just goes to show you-- I was always a little "different". Long before I had any inkling what a "slave" was, I knew, instinctively, that I wanted to turn boys into drooling slaves.

Heather Chandler -

Heathers

Kim Walker

I think Heathers is such an excellent film. I was in middle school when my friends stumbled upon this old film, and for a few months, it was the hot film that we watched obsessively. All my friends empathized with depressive outcast Veronica, and they lusted after Christian Slater, as he pretended to be James Dean. But me-- I was all about Heather Chandler-- the "queen bee" of Heathers.

In some important ways, Heather Chandler is an inspiration. For example, she describes her role in high school society by saying,"They all want me as a friend or a fuck". And that really summarizes how people work. Guys want to be liked by me-- and they just see sexuality as a way that they can know a woman truly likes them. Women want to be liked by me-- and they see friendship as a way that they can know they're liked by me. (Ignore, for now, bi girls or girls I decide to make bi). The point is, guys don't really want just sex-- if they did, they would find a whore and stop trying to do ANYTHING to please me. Women don't really just want friendship-- if they did, they would just pair up and be friends with each other.

Both sexes want the attentions of a strong person. They want to be close to someone better than them. People are fundamentally religious creatures, and if they can't find a metaphysical Deity to worship and obey and adore, they will invent one using the closest approximation they have at hand-- and usually, that approximation is me.

Heather Chandler's friends don't really like her-- they all hate her. Some people think this is sad. It's not. She could make friends like her if she chose to. For people such as her (and me), it's just more fun to have them not like you, but still obey you, still be desperate for praise and approval from you. It's enough of a rush when you trick people about who you are-- make them think you're nice and sweet and innocent. But it's infinitely more exciting when someone can KNOW, in their heart, that you don't care about them, but they still worship, obey, and love you. When whiney Veronica asks: "Heather, why can't you just be a friend? Why are you such a mega-bitch?" the answer is "Because I can be." And I, more than most, understand.

There's one more concept found in this film that I personally subscribe to. Sometimes people think that losers are just inherently nicer people. That losers are just 'good' people who finish last. They're not. They're no better than the desirable people-- they are just weak, and so they're willing to be nice in order to get a tiny morsel of positive feedback. As Heather Chandler summarizes it: "Do you really think that if the loser girl's fairy god-mother made her cool she'd still hang out with her dweebette friends? No way, Veronica.'" And it's true. Most "nice, sweet" people aren't really any nicer or any sweeter than I am--- they're just weaker.