A big ayiyiyiyiyi Xena battle cry to all of my Flannel Files followers on this very special occasion.
I’ve been reading the Xena posts and tweets on social media, and I must say it’s taken me back in time. Not to ancient mythological Greece when Xena roamed the countryside thwarting evildoers with the help of Gabrielle, her trusty sidekick. But the late 1990s when I was struggling with my sexuality.
The first time I watched Xena: Warrior Princess, I was hooked. There was something about the show, something I couldn’t explain that left me wanting more Xena all the time.
Let’s be honest. The Warrior Princess came with an extra helping of cheese. The bright orange kind that comes in a can and is spread with a knife.
But I was transfixed.
When I finally admitted that I was attracted to women, I told myself that was it. I mean, Lucy Lawless is gorgeous. Why not watch a television show that features a beautiful woman, even if it’s campier than a weenie roast and ghost stories told around a fire?
Here’s the thing that took me a long time to realize. I never wanted to be with Lucy Lawless. I wanted to be Lucy Lawless. Or, more accurately, Xena.
It was her special blend of girl power that I craved.
That I’ve always craved.
But those women had nothing on Xena. With her sword and her chakram, her leather, her armor and a hot blonde by her side. Xena was badass.
I think about the name of the show — Xena: Warrior Princess.
And I think that was always the attraction for me.
Not that I’ve ever been a princess or wanted to be one. (Makes gagging gesture with fingers and open mouth.)
It’s that blend of masculine and feminine that I find so appealing, that magical combination that I live.
There’s always been a lot of Xena: Warrior Princess inside me.
I just never realized it until I started watching the show.
If you’re really into Xena, you can read my Xena sword story here.
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What about you? Xena fan? Yea or nay?