Fiction Fetish 2: Electric Boogaloo

Okay, okay, I know I’ve written enough about fictional characters and their places on the map of my sexuality. Last time. I promise.

I’ve been rewatching Dark Angel this past week (and drawing fan art, and reading fanfiction, and turning scenes into .gifs…) If you don’t know what Dark Angel is, I’m sorry – so, so sorry – that it has been absent from your life thus far. It’s a cyber-/biopunk series that ran in the early 2000s in which Jessica Alba plays a genetically engineered soldier escaped from a government lab. Usual dystopian, oppressive government stuff.

I’ll spare you any in-depth criticism about Original Cindy being wasted as a potentially fascinating character and (spoilers!:) the writers’ weird decision to “fix” the only disabled character, because apparently you need to be able-bodied to be a revolutionary. I’m telling you about this show because Max Guevara (Jessica Alba) has feline DNA and there are a few episodes where she’s in heat.

Max Guevara in heat was like my tween sexual awakening.

I can almost hear my 11-year-old self saying, “I don’t really understand what cunnilingus is yet, but I think I’d like to perform it on this person.” And I’ve talked to two friends (one is a lesbian, the other a straight dude) who had the exact same relationship with this show already.

So, I already know your cartoon crushes via Facebook comments, but now I’m curious: are there any shows/movies/books or characters responsible for your first “Oh, so that’s what arousal feels like!” moments? No, discovering that Showcase would play Red Shoe Diaries late at night doesn’t count unless you’ve got a thing for Mulder.