☆ﾐ(o*･ω･)ﾉ I'm Eukatastrophe and this is my blog.
Sometimes I post writing, and sometimes I talk about writing. Sometimes I even review things. More often than not I just post or reblog about things I like. For example, I like historical photographs, manga and films and music from the 1970s, food, fantasy and scifi, writing, and cute or shiny things.
Sometimes I'm a jerk! ヾ(*´ー`)ノ
Within the lesbian community I am Black, and within the Black community I am a lesbian. Any attack against Black people is a lesbian and gay issue, because I and thousands of other Black women are part of the lesbian community. Any attack against lesbians and gays is a Black issue, because thousands of lesbians and gay men are Black. There is no hierarchy of oppression.
My very good buddy over at Eukatastrophe recently wrote up a pretty awesome post about yaoi. I find myself in much the same position as he is: I’m a gay reader and a closet romantic, I want to read about gay characters, I am not a fan of yaoi.
To me, “yaoi” is no longer a catch-all term meaning anything with two male characters in a relationship. It’s become an increasingly specific point on a sliding scale. (Yuri is somewhat less specific, but I’ll talk about that later.) Here’s what the scale looks like.
I blame this difficulty half on language and half on asshole at either side of the twisted spectrum of yaoi involvement.
Let me preface this by saying that, contrary to my abrasive nature, I am something on a romantic. I don’t like romance novels, but I do like stories about people in love regardless of their sex or gender. I also relish and cherish finding stories about actually or potentially queer characters.
That said, I dislike yaoi. This is where the problem begins, because the definition of the term seems to vary between contexts. It is difficult to tell someone “I don’t like yaoi at all,” and not have them hear “I don’t want to read about icky gay people.” And really, it isn’t the people who make that assumption that bother me, as they can be reasoned with by explaining that what I don’t like is this:
I don’t care who you are, that guy could crush that kid’s rib cage with his hand, and that’s fucked up.
The people who do bother me are the ones who leap to my defense again what they perceive as Social Justice Warriors, ranting about how it’s my right to want to read about Pure Male Friendship and Right True Heterosexual Love, and not be accosted by Icky Gays.
Fuck you in the trachea.
You are a homophobe and a gade-A jackass, and I don’t want to be associated with your poisonous attitude that you hide from criticism behind a feigned interest in good characterization.
We need to establish some kind of middle-ground between “YAOI KAWAII UKE UGUUU (#^-^#);;;” and “FUCKIN QUEERS RUININ ARE STORIES.” I don’t want to be associated with either camp of jerks, but it’s hard to express myself without winding up sorted one way or the other.