We admit it, we're stuck on The L Word, Showtime's frothy drama about fantasy lesbians getting it on in swimming pools and showers all over Los Angeles. Granted, some of us have it worse than others. Some of us only go so far as to meet Sunday nights for viewing parties with friends. In the morning we rehash over e-mail and phone. But we leave it at that. There are others among us who go that infatuated extra mile, overwhelming dozens of websites with nitpicking analysis, swooning fantasies and cries for help. Starved to see images of themselves on TV,...