The world of yaoi is a strange, sometimes creepy, very often twisted place. I won’t pretend to understand all the intricacies of the art form, but its appeal at the outset is undeniable. To see characters such as Dragonball Z in various stages of sexual liberation is akin to seeing Superman bound and gangbanged – and liking it. There’s something about the innocence in yaoi, or any comic for that matter, mixing with free-for-all sexuality that makes you stare no matter how much you want to look away.