Fandom: due South
Word Count: 490 words.
Notes: For alpheratz who said "Okay, this is weird and way more specific a prompt than acceptable, but Fraser's thoughts on yaoi? I made this icon a couple of weeks ago, see, and you just know he'd interpret the question literally." If any of this is wrong, blame wikipedia. This required a fair amount of research, as I confess, I knew very little about yaoi before embarking on the mission. Fraser’s having the discussion with Ray K.
Fraser gazed at his reflection in the consulate meeting room mirror with what appeared to be supreme disinterest. He fastened the top button of his tunic. Ray sat in an armchair, one of his long legs slung over the armrest. He peered at the newspaper in his hand.
“Fraser, I’m reading this article…”
“And it’s about this – this – I guess you could call it, like, a genre of literature, or comic books or something? It’s uh, I don’t know how to say it. It’s written Y. A. O. I.”
“That’s yaoi, Ray. It’s Japanese.”
“Okay.” Ray flicked his head back to the newspaper. “Do you know anything about this stuff?”
Fraser tugged gently at his collar, straightening his lanyard. “I know a fair amount.”
“What do you think of it?”
Fraser’s face contorted in puzzlement. “You want to know my thoughts on yaoi?”
Ray nodded rapidly. “Yeah. Er, if you don’t, you know, mind, or anything?”
“I think that it’s not that far removed from any other writing convention or genre. Why?” As he talked, Fraser gave a turn about the room and ended up standing near Ray, looking down at him.
“You don’t think it’s like… exploitative?”
“Certainly not. If anything, I find it fascinating. It’s sociologically interesting, Ray.”
Ray raised an eyebrow. “How?”
“It revolves around a community which delights in sharing common interests which, on the surface, could mark it as subversive to mainstream society. Yaoi has the capacity to bridge the gap between the commercially viable mainstream and a population that would ordinarily place itself in opposition to the wider public. It says a great deal about the otaku subculture. There’s a certain amount of cultural appropriation.”
“But isn’t it all just about gay sex?”
“No.” Fraser sat down in the chair next to Ray and leaned forward. “It’s more than that. It’s about identity, representation. There is a compelling intersection between the Japanese concept of yaoi and what yaoi indicates about Japanese culture; specifically that regarding homosexuality, and contemporary American queer theory on symbolism of the self. There’s much discourse on the use of stereotypes; semes and ukes.”
“It says here that it’s about gay sex.”
Fraser dipped his head. He blinked once, twice. “When you asked me this question, Ray, you weren’t actually looking for a literal response, were you?”
“I was kind of expecting you to say it turns you on.”
“Oh. Well, yaoi is primarily created for females, by females, Ray.”
“It’s not entirely about gay sex, Ray.” Fraser dragged the back of his thumb against his eyebrow. “And many women find gay sex to be erotic anyway, regardless of their own sexuality.”
“Oh, okay. Um. Fraser?”
“Can you draw?”
“You said primarily, Fraser. There’s a whole other side to primarily. There’s secondarily. Or thirdarily. Or something.”
Fraser’s eyebrows rested high on his forehead. “I don’t need to draw, Ray. I have you.”