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Feb. 25th, 2007 04:32 pmI just got back from Comic Con and am pooped. But before I take a nap, I need to relate this.
I got onto the PATH, and five guys in their early twenties got on after me, all carrying bags from the con. Four sat down across from me, one next me. The guy next to me started rooting through the bag and pulled out a manga. The conversation went something like this:
Guy #2: Where'd you get that?
Guy #1: I don't know--I found it on the floor. I don't really get these things.
(Not really surprising--he was reading it the wrong direction.)
Pause as guy #1 flips through a few pages.
Guy #1: Oh my god! *snickering*
He hands it to his friends who all react similarly.
Guy #2: Are they going brokeback? Jesus!
After a bunch more swearing and grabbing of the comic book back and forth, they pass it back to the guy next to me, at which point I look at it over his shoulder.
Yup. It was yaoi.
I got onto the PATH, and five guys in their early twenties got on after me, all carrying bags from the con. Four sat down across from me, one next me. The guy next to me started rooting through the bag and pulled out a manga. The conversation went something like this:
Guy #2: Where'd you get that?
Guy #1: I don't know--I found it on the floor. I don't really get these things.
(Not really surprising--he was reading it the wrong direction.)
Pause as guy #1 flips through a few pages.
Guy #1: Oh my god! *snickering*
He hands it to his friends who all react similarly.
Guy #2: Are they going brokeback? Jesus!
After a bunch more swearing and grabbing of the comic book back and forth, they pass it back to the guy next to me, at which point I look at it over his shoulder.
Yup. It was yaoi.