Sex + Love

Literally the Best Thing Ever: Aerosmith’s “Crazy” Video

It turned my world upside down.

Collage by Sonja.

Collage by Sonja.

It was the summer of 1999. I was 13 years old, in eighth grade, and horny. I spent my afternoons reading alone in my bedroom, curtains drawn, while outside I could hear my parents fighting so violently that sometimes the neighbors had to intervene. I was the target of their violence often enough that it was a relief when they directed it against each other.

I was always disappointing them. I wasn’t brilliant enough academically to satisfy their expectations, nor was I as docile and subdued as they felt a “good Indian girl” should be, and they heaped guilt on me for these shortcomings. I also had another, secret source of guilt—my shame about touching myself and liking it.

I remember the first time I felt horny. It happened early that summer, and it was a feeling I couldn’t explain; I just waited till it went away. I had been brought up in such a repressed household and in such a repressed society that it didn’t even occur to me to touch myself. Sex education was unknown in most Indian schools at the time, and the very idea of a teenage girl masturbating was too shocking for anyone to talk about publicly. Everything I knew about sex came from books by James Joyce, which my parents unknowingly let me read because A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man was a Penguin World Classic. I was hopelessly sheltered, and taught that someday I would grow up and marry a guy my parents found for me, have two and a half kids with him, and live happily ever after. I didn’t question it.

My first and only moment of rebellion had occurred three summers earlier, when, in the absence of parental supervision and high on hormones, I had practically run wild. My mother had been away in Delhi, my father too drunk to care, and my grandparents too old to do much about anything. I ran around in ragged clothes and played cricket (the national sport of India) with the neighborhood kids, coming home only for meals and to watch films on cable—in which adults kissed passionately and they showed boobs—late into the night. I was constantly on the lookout for something forbidden to do. One day I broke my big toe while playing on the roof, and then proceeded to climb a half-built skyscraper with my broken toe. The next week my mother returned home and my summer of abandon was over. But its flame still burned deep within me. It wasn’t until halfway through the summer of 1999, when I was 13, that it exploded into an inferno. The trigger? My best friend.

I had known Shia (let’s call her Shia) since I was 11, but we’d only recently become close. It started with music, as most things do when you are a teenager. I remember the battered tape she thrust into my hand one day, a copy of Pink Floyd’s The Division Bell, and insisted I listen to. I wasn’t particularly excited; I preferred boy bands. But one afternoon when I got home from school, after being shouted at by my mother, feeling absolutely miserable, I popped the tape into my tiny boombox and hit play. And the world was changed forever.

Shia and I started hanging out all the time after that, talking about music, boys, parents, and books and giggling about the guys she was seeing, while I secretly wished that some boy, any boy, would fancy me for a change. That, however, was a pipe dream—I was taller than everyone in my year, boys included, and the fattest. Boys looked at me only to laugh, and when they actually talked to me, it was just to get to know Shia—pretty, frail, delicate Shia—better. But while I was jealous, I didn’t love her any less for it. And I loved her a lot. We spent all our free time at school together, arm in arm, and when we got back home, we would talk on the phone for hours.

Soon after Shia and I became friends, Maya (let’s call her Maya) joined us. Maya was a skinny little thing with a crop of wild hair, dirty shoes, and dishevelled clothes from running around playing basketball all day. She was a total tomboy, interested only in sports (and occasionally girls). She was the one who introduced me and Shia to the concept of sharing physical affection. This is something I had briefly experienced the year before with my then best friend—let’s call her Lina. She was a small, birdlike girl who would put her arms around me at the slightest provocation. When eighth grade came around and we no longer shared any classes, Lina began distancing herself from me, but I always remembered how soft she felt in my arms and the surge of warmth that would go through me whenever I held her. I marveled at how someone so bony could feel so tender.

Even now I remember the day of our group kiss. Shia, Maya, and I had gotten into the habit of chastely kissing one another on the cheek, and we thought nothing of it. One day, during our meager 15-minute lunch break, we were all happily sucking on ice lollies when Maya pulled Shia and me close and tried to kiss us both on the lips at the same time. Suddenly I had two orange-flavored mouths on mine, slick with saliva and melted ice. It ended too quickly for me to process anything, and afterward we all giggled nervously. But something shifted subtly after that. The three of us were still thick as thieves, but there was an added layer to our friendship. We became more physically comfortable with one another. I would casually caress Shia’s back while talking to her, or cuddle into her while we sat side by side, and generally touch her in a million and one ways. We never did anything overtly sexual; it could all be placed firmly in the realm of affection—intense affection, but still on this side of the friendly/sexual borderline. At that point I had no clue that the comfort I felt when touching my best friend would feel more or less the same as the pleasure I would derive from touching my first (and only) boyfriend 12 years later.

My family got satellite television in 1999, and I quickly became hooked on the music channels. One day I was watching one of them after school—probably MTV India—and I saw a video that completely rocked my little world. It was the video for Aerosmith’s song “Crazy,” and it was EPIC. A six-minute, sixteen-second narrative from 1994, it tells the story of two teenage girls, played by Liv Tyler and Alicia Silverstone, who cut school to go on a road trip. Presumably best friends (because who else would you go on a road trip with?), they begin their journey by stripping off their button-downs and flinging them into the wind (don’t worry—they had demure white camis on underneath), and singing along to the radio at the top of their lungs. There are some shenanigans at a gas station, where they flirt with a couple of dudes in order to stuff their bags with free snacks and sunglasses, and they squeeze into a photo booth together, coming out a few seconds later wearing different clothes. They slip a photo strip into the cashier’s hands on their way out; his expression is enough to confirm the nature of its contents.

From there the girls make a stop at a strip club on amateur night. This, unsurprisingly, is the scene that really captivated my 13-year-old imagination. Silverstone, dressed in a man’s suit and hat, makes an entrance with Tyler, who is giggly and girly in a crop top and white flares. Tyler takes a turn onstage, and while there’s a whole audience watching, it’s obvious she’s performing for just one person: her best friend.


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  • rottedteeth August 20th, 2013 11:48 PM

    Aw this actually made me kinda sad. I hope you can figure all this out.

  • meganthehuman August 20th, 2013 11:52 PM

    Love it love it love it! The whole “switch” idea where you suddenly realize that it’s possible to like girls is exactly what happened to me. Last year, I realized that I missed my old friend a lot more than I had missed my other friends… And I still have no idea where I am with my sexuality. Thank you so much for sharing your experience with us! <3

  • onehandclaps August 21st, 2013 12:01 AM

    Thank you so much for sharing this. It is quite a relief to hear about someone’s similar experiences – someone who also floats in the cloudy and mercurial waters of sexuality!

    I also have trouble dealing with physical attraction and emotional connections with females, and close friends. I too think that sometimes I shouldn’t even bother, because I’m afraid my confusion will end up hurting the other person. Its weird, I can be incredibly close with same sex friends, and care for them very deeply (on the same borderline that you have talked about) but when I think about having that same emotional connection with someone I am physically intimate with- it just doesn’t compute with my brain! (I believe social conditioning allows emotional and physical intimacy to be easier to imagine with guys, but how do we know?)

    ANYWAY again, thank you thank you for writing on this subject. It really makes me relieved to know that someone else who can’t seem to find a category or label that fits all-all at the same time and circumstance!

  • Laurets August 21st, 2013 12:13 AM

    You’ve exposed yourself so much here and it’s all absolutely lovely. I can’t thank you enough for sharing this… only if I’d read this when I was 12 I wouldn’t have though I was a total freak who should stay away from society.
    Though I’m not so passionate towards the “Crazy” video — I don’t think the girls have thaaat much chemistry –, I see your point and I can totally relate to fantasizing stuff with friends.

    Thank you thank you thank you! :***

  • decemberflower August 21st, 2013 12:24 AM


  • sungiant August 21st, 2013 12:33 AM

    i love the video and song and i really love the story- it brings a tear to my eye <3

  • Ladymia69 August 21st, 2013 1:16 AM

    It is really great, BTW, to hear from someone who does not have their sexuality “all figured out,” like so many seem to. We all have to realize that our sexuality falls on a spectrum, rather than a black-and-white scale. And we can’t always figure out exactly what we want.

  • artobsessed August 21st, 2013 2:14 AM


  • aditiii August 21st, 2013 6:09 AM

    This made me cry, it hits so close to home.

  • trassel August 21st, 2013 7:57 AM

    This was not what I expected it to be, but it was an amazing text nontheless.

  • Regina August 21st, 2013 11:34 AM

    Please don’t take this as a bubble buster move but that screencap of Alicia Silverstone is actually from Aerosmith’s Amazing video clip, not Crazy. Minor details aside, A+++ article <3333

  • KatGirl August 21st, 2013 12:41 PM

    Rookie is a MIND READER

  • Glenny August 21st, 2013 12:50 PM


  • care-n August 21st, 2013 1:28 PM


    I really can find all my obsessions here!

  • Lex August 21st, 2013 2:27 PM

    I love this article sooo much! I also love that song sooo much! AND I LOVE AEROSMITH SOOO MUCH! Thanks you for this beautiful piece! Makes me feel like my own confusion is a lot more “normal” than my own fear that it isn’t.

  • theweirdworder August 21st, 2013 2:31 PM

    It really breaks my heart how poorly so many parents treat their children. It sounds like a lot of these feelings stem from how your parents treated you :(

    This was an amazing and honest piece of writing and it sounds like something that will help a lot of people. Hats off to you!

  • Majel August 21st, 2013 3:56 PM

    My mother was a teacher, and she told me she learned at college that a lot of girls have a “lesbian phase” at around 13-15, that is, they discover their sexuality and direct it at their best female friends, because those are often the most intense relationships for them at that time. Something like that. There are several theories. Anyway, I made that experience at that age and saw it in other girls that age, too.

  • Lorf96 August 21st, 2013 7:26 PM

    This really resonated with me, I had the same realisation and sort of experience with my old best friend, I have a boyfriend now and always knew I was attracted to guys but that kind of relationship with her confirmed my suspicions that I like girls too. And it is scary when you first realise but it was reading articles like this on rookie that really helped me, this is beautifulXxx

  • Lemons August 25th, 2013 6:51 AM

    This is a really beautifully honest piece. I’m so glad you took the time to articulate your feelings. Everything is a journey, yours isn’t finished yet. In time I hope you find the way to being truly comfortable with your desire, be it for women or men. Never let anybody tell you that being a lesbian is wrong or not normal, it’s simply just another way of expressing love. Your mother is just scared, and she’s acting out of love herself…she truly believes she’s doing the best she can for you. In reality, the best thing for you to do is realize your fantasy and find someone you can go all ‘crazy’ with like its 1999! Life is short, (sometimes strikingly so) and we have to live it as freely as possible. Go with your heart, you won’t regret it.

  • intergalactic fork August 26th, 2013 5:18 PM

    holy crap i am just stunned!
    i cant believe an indian human being is talking about this type of subject matter, its like unprecedented. im indian and ragini is right, the whole community is insanely conservative, its like sex doesnt even exist. to read an article written by an indian woman talking about these things is amazing and just wow!