Lesbian drama is a mine fire

I would like to, if I may, liken Lesbian Drama to a mine fire. You think that you've put that shit out, but actually, it's still hanging out and raging underneath the town. Some time later, you figure out that it's still burning, but only after everyone in the town has developed OCULAR CANCER or some weird, rare business that nobody ever gets. And then everyone freaks out about putting it out, but then it's too late, and the town collapses and then you never hear about it again unless it's some History Channel special some 30 years later about rural ghost towns.

Lesbian Drama: it really never ends.