It’s Shane’s fortieth birthday and Generation Q’s gift to you is a few pictures of Dana, a really REALLY hot sex scene and a cameo by Robin Roemer!

Who buys a bar and who gets punched in the face and who wears double-denim and who goes to church and who sat on a doll and who wants to reserve the Crystal Ballroom? There’s only one way to find out: reading this recap.

We’ve got some breakups and breakdowns and questionable drunken decisions and a THRIVING new throuple and a school play with a very small cast and also Quiara’s still in town and she’s got a big surprise for Shane!

Bette would like some more wine!

This week on Generation Q, we get a special surprise blast from the past, young queer love, thruple MAYHEM and a very sloppy bro night as the town recovers from Bette Porter’s latest brush with scandal.

Talk about NOT ending with a bang. Really IFC, it’s one thing to weigh down your show’s sixth season with an endless parade of unnecessary melodramatic plot devices — a murder, a pregnant man, a stolen film, a botched adoption from homophobic out-of-towners, two out-of-the-blue love triangles — and quite another thing to, when the season ends, not even “use” these devices to infuse the series finale with aforementioned melodrama.

Jenny is more Jenny than EVER this season, Shane fucks it up again, Helena’s even pretty in jail, and someone commits arson! arson! Oh yeah, and Alice and Tasha are cutehotadorablesexybeautifuletcetc.

I hope you had sex this week because no one on The L Word did. Instead, Phyllis has a crush on Alice, Angus is Butter Boy, and Shane continues to feed Shay food that she should be eating.

Next time you move to LA to be with your swim coach boyfriend, uncover lifelong lesbian longings via a literary-minded French seductress, get caught by boyfriend, get married to boyfriend in Vegas, road-trip back home on ’shrooms, discover your French lover’s Sugar Mama’s back in town, break up with the boyf and the girlf, move into your ex-husband’s vacated home, get lady-lover Shane to move in and consequently…well, you know what comes next.

Just fyi, no one wants to look like they’re moving furniture when they’re fucking. In other news, Adele is creepily turning into Jenny and Phyllis’s daughter is a babe.