Fundamentally, I read BL because, more than any other genre, I enjoy the stories. Love them! Okay, yes, the smex, too, but I get a warm feeling from yaoi romance that I just don’t get from shoujo or josei love. I have lots of theories as to why, but when it comes down to it, I doubt I can fully explain (justify?) my fascination with BL. I have, however, learned to accept it.
Over time, I’ve developed the bad habit of trying to tempt my friends (and random gals I run into on airplanes) into turning into fujoshi, and I’m quick to make reading recommendations and blather on about whatever little cultural, artistic, or literary randomness struck me most recently. Yep, I loves me both those pretty boys and that geeky stuff. For me, yaoi is darn near perfect, and good yaoi is even better.
As I have fallen deeper and deeper down the yaoi rabbit hole, I’ve become fairly obsessed by the possible glimpses it offers into Japanese life and language, and I’ve bored my poor non-yaoi-reading friends silly with my speculations.
Pre-yaoi, I had a fairly complete lack of interest in Japan or Japanese — it had just never really been on my radar. Well, that certainly has changed. Did I mention that I’ve been studying Japanese since early 2013? I’m still just a struggling newbie, but I have fantasies about being able to read yaoi in the original and watch anime without needing subtitles. I hope to accomplish proficiency sometime before dentures begin to interfere with my pronunciation.
Beyond romance, language, and culture, yaoi has turned me into a Japanese-food-ophile. In yaoi, those boys are always eating, going out to restaurants, cooking hot pot on the living room table… Yaoi makes me so hungry [yes, even the food kind of hungry]. When I’m reading, I end up getting curious about whatever food the guys are eating. The next thing you know, I’ve finished my online recipe search, come screeching back from the Asian grocery store waaaaaay on the other side of town, and I’m slicing up some Japanese eggplant while the miso sauce thickens in the saucepan and the pork marinades in a soy sauce, sake, and cornstarch paste.
I recently fed one poor friend bitter gourd — some folks are admirably adventurous. I couldn’t decide if I was happy for me or sad for her when I got to eat her leftovers. Other friends have learned to run when I say I’ve “got something new to try”. One person who falls right in the middle has told me, “When you bring me food, just don’t tell me what’s in it. Then I can eat it.” She rocks. As you might imagine, I’m eager to share recipes and cooking experiences. Oh, and once you get used to it, bitter gourd is addictive.
In essence, by putting my yaoi recommendations, cooking commentary, and cultural ruminations here, I hope to avoid torturing my dwindling circle of friends quite so often. Maybe some of them will come back when they hear I’m in recovery.
You can now find out a bit more about me in my post the blog and I, take 2: Liebster Award nomination.
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