snap judgments

I hit the comic bug HARD in my early teen years. I got into the swing of collecting the X-Men much faster and easier than I thought I should, pressuring peers to tell me their real tales (as opposed to the ones I saw on that gateway drug of a Fox cartoon show) over lunches and listening with rapt attention as eyes were rolled, the Summers family diagrammed and Psylocke through the Siege Perilous was acted out as a one-man show by a dear friend of mine.

One of my dearest treasures during this age and long after, was a poster I’d found hidden at my local comic shop that they let me have at a discounted price. It was full of color, art and dynamic style and it actually hung above my bed like a flash card to Marvel Merry Mutants. There just seemed so many (oh, what a world we live in now) and I would try and mimic the art style for my own homemade comics. I even used that picture of Rogue to make myself a Halloween costume. It was the Art Adams ‘Children of the Atom’ poster, used for the cover of X-Men Classic #1 so I hear, but to me, it was my favorite work of art. It followed me to college, survived three apartments, tacky stuff, scotch tape and *gasp* thumbtacks to place it in proud positions on my wall and now it sits in my basement, wrapped with care and waiting for a frame to protect it from anymore wear and tear. I am so nostalgic for that poster.

Seeing the cover to the upcoming Avengers Classic made me smile.

So, someone on the theauthority community on livejournal posts a review they did of Midnighter #6, which they say reads like yaoi AU.

One of their complaints (which they admit is nitpicking) is that the narrative is peppered with blatant disgust by the surrounding samurai class characters that Japanese Midnighter is in love with a man.  Me, I figured that was going to be par for the course, right?

Turns out I’m wrong and that “one of the fundamental aspects of samurai life was the emotional and sexual bond cultivated between an older warrior and a younger apprentice, a love for which the Japanese have many names, as many perhaps as the Eskimo have for snow.”

While I’m still confused at the idea of an Elseworlds Wildstorm story and don’t think that Midnighter and Apollo are really all that made for yaoi, a genre that to me means a story with a homosexual relationship primarily written for women by women, I’ll pick up the issue and see what the issue says.

I’m just in it for the kicks.  And explosions.