As I tiptoe to my cellar, the dimness surrounds me and the musky scent fills my senses. I turn on the lights and stare proudly at my rows and rows of shelves. Yaoi manga and picture books, some matured for years, other freshly plucked and squeezed into a bottle.
I take out a few to taste.
Hmm....
The angsty yaoi is bitter, as usual, but deliciously so.
The fluffy yaoi tastes so sweet it gives me cavities.
The S&M yaoi makes my mouth suffer from the strong taste, yet I beg for more.
The hinted yaoi has a tangy taste that barely reveals itself in the flavor.
The shota yaoi is not yet ripe, and yet it gives me giggles.
Ah, what a wonderful yaoi collection this is.
And so, fellow Gaians, I now have a question for you.
~ If yaoi was a wine ingredient and people who drank it became yaoi crazy, would you throw a party and make everyone drink some? What do you think would happen?
I take out a few to taste.
Hmm....
The angsty yaoi is bitter, as usual, but deliciously so.
The fluffy yaoi tastes so sweet it gives me cavities.
The S&M yaoi makes my mouth suffer from the strong taste, yet I beg for more.
The hinted yaoi has a tangy taste that barely reveals itself in the flavor.
The shota yaoi is not yet ripe, and yet it gives me giggles.
Ah, what a wonderful yaoi collection this is.
And so, fellow Gaians, I now have a question for you.
~ If yaoi was a wine ingredient and people who drank it became yaoi crazy, would you throw a party and make everyone drink some? What do you think would happen?
