Another year gone and here I am again, remembering the good BL-fanfic fueled times!

My last blog post, I talked about getting married.  Now I'm officially passed the one year married mark and, sometimes, still can't believe I got married.  Time is flying by and it seems like my last life that I'd spent hours upon hours writing my heart out about my favourite ships.

It was always my intention to come clean one day about my inner fujoshi (though, nothing shameful or embarassing at all, it isn't a topic that comes up easily nor generally accepted easily by people outside the BL circle).  I'd been dropping hints to him in the last year or so; every time I watched a BL movie or drama, I'd mention it to him.  We'd chat about it briefly, he'd nod along to the story, and off we go onto our next topic.  I still suspect this is how he may have guessed it so accurately when the topic came up again the other day.

Like any other, we were chatting about something based on something we'd seen on TV.  What would you do if you could do anything in the world without worrying about finances, judgements, or resources?  I picked writing (it's one of my top things to do) absentmindedly, without thinking.  We've talked about it before, I've mentioned it before, also without much thought.  As per his usual perfect memory about things I like, he remembered it every time I mentioned it.  This time, he looks at me with a puzzled expression and asks, "Well why don't you?  You talked about it before?"

At this point, I'm bugging out a little like how do I tell him I did... but mostly only BL stuff?  Not exactly a confession but also nothing I openly advertised for said above reasons.  I shrug it off and respond with, "I prefer consuming stories than writing I guess."  He scratches his head and leaves it at that.  

I hate secrets, particularly if I'm keeping them from my other half.  He's been nothing but welcoming, understanding, and embracing when it comes to things about me that I consider faulty (we all have a few).  Keeping my fujoshi side hidden was something I didn't want to do but felt I should until I could be certain I wouldn't be hurt by whatever reaction he would give to the news (key to note the phrasing in which that was said... I was scared of how I would feel based on his reaction, not how he would feel because, again, there is absolutely nothing wrong with loving love of any kind).

So I stewed on it for the rest of the night (maybe all of 30 min) before I finally caved.  I tell him I did write before - more like dabbled in it - but nothing official.  He wants to see it and looks at me excited.  So I hum and haw around before I say to him the things I wrote are... for a special audience and might not suit his tastes.  He laughs, hugs me from behind (I was doing dishes) and asks what that means.  I'm trying to come up with ways to beat around the bush and tell him without blatantly telling him.  Before I can rack up anything, he goes "Was it BL?" then laughs.

Damn, somebody get this guy an eyeglass and a pipe cause he must be Sherlock.

Then everything comes out of my mouth; I'm laughing incredulously that he guessed, he's laughing and telling me that every girl he knows that was into kpop culture dabbled in BL.

And there you have it.  My fujoshi faux coming out story.  How did I get so lucky to land a guy this this?

Mysteries.

He encourages me to feed my BL obsession openly.  Not much will change, I reckon, except I won't feel like I have to sneak in an episode here and there anymore should a new BL catch my eye.  He's also been warned of possible squeals and drool if I see any BL action in anything.  

So here we are.