No clue why you came here, but I felt this should be said to kind of explain my actions... You can still save yourself! Run! Run from my incessant ranting!

It all happened about a month or so ago... probably more, but you know how time flies. I was just getting into the entire "Invader Zim Obsession", and decided to brave: FanFiction.net. I stepped in, reading every fan fic I could find, good OR bad. I didn't care.
Until I came upon a story by a girl named Taitogurl. 'Slash?!' thought the naive little I, 'What's that?!'
I read it. I didn't like it. I left, unable to give a review.
The whole thing plagued me for the longest time. My mind kept wandering to a friend of mine who was homosexual. And then to the club at school (the GSA-Gay Straight Alliance), which another friend of mine, straight, so jubilantly became a part of. If it could happen in real life, surely it could happen in a story, couldn't it?
I was confused, but I went back and gave it a nice review. And that's basically how it all started.
No sooner than I had began to accept the one story than a plethora of slash fics came out. Many of them were horribly written, but I'd always give the same review, differently worded: "Even though I think slash is unbelievable, this is cute! Good for you!". Then I read a fic by a good friend, Arm & Leg.
I found myself eventually loving the story. I gave them the general review after a couple chapters, "This is good. I don't think Dib and Zim together is believable, but it's still very well written." Eventually I couldn't even say it wasn't believable, because the way it was written *was* believable.
As if that wasn't the final blow, I read a message that a certain FFN friend of mine had written. Silverflashpup. We had gotten off to a horrible start, but she became more accepting than I. She, who actually wrote her exact thoughts out instead of hiding behind the review with kind words and avoiding what one *truly* wanted to say.
She had written (something to this likeness): Before, I thought all slash was bad. There was no way it could be well written. However, I realize now that this is an idea. An *IDEA*. And everyone has a write to express their own ideas.
And no matter which way you look at it, she was right. Every fan fiction on FFN was an idea. It was a point that people wanted to make. They wanted to express their own thoughts. Even if those thoughts and views were a little different from mine, they were still opinions expressed from different people who were a lot more open with what they thought exactly.
I started to worry.
Before, I had made my points. I'd read the slash, but I wouldn't let myself befall victim to it. I was a Christian who was still very confused. If I looked into this, would I be condemned as a sinner forever?
'Of course not,' I thought. 'You know who you are in Christ. You know that you're struggling, but something like this will not lead you astray. As long as you stand by your beliefs, you'll be fine.'
But that wasn't enough. Because I read more slash. And some of it still unnerved me. Was this really wrong? It's just a story. And Dib and Zim do make a cute couple...
'Dammit,' I cursed myself. 'This isn't fair!'
I found myself an eager ZAGR fan. Ever since I had read my first ZAGR story I *knew* that was the couple I wanted to challenge myself to put together. The slash war had generally settled down. People began to accept it. The general hype on the message boards had cooled down. Slash was slash. It wasn't ever going to go away. ZAGR was ZAGR. That had it's own small war, but it didn't last as long as slash did.
ZAGR was an idea as well. Though slightly different, in a way it was still the same as slash.
ZAGR put two almost impossibly inconceivable characters together. It produced romance. It was a difficult process that couldn't be done without the author's creative touch, or it wouldn't have been believable.
But ZAGR is acceptable in Christianity, whereas, slash is not.
At that point, I found myself accepting slash. The well written, of course. All of that was fine. And then I decided to make a webpage.
One of the hardest decisions I had to make was whether or not to allow slash on my webpage. But I still held firmly on to my beliefs. Girls were made for guys. Guys were made for girls. No matter what.
I told myself something that had usually reassured me when confronted with situations like this. "You can support the people's rights. But you cannot support the cause." I supported the slash-writer's ideas by reviewing their fics. I supported their right to create whatever idea they could come up with. But I couldn't support what they were doing. So I grabbed on of the Anti-Yoai banners and joined in with the rest of them.
Things became fine for awhile. But many of my friends were slash writers. And I felt more horrible and horrible each day, seeing them write this awesome stuff and looking at art that had slashy implications, but being unable to put it up on my webpage. I had joined in with "The Matchmakers 2", a slash fic that aimed to bond two male characters together. I even went out and found slash pages and saved them on my favorites list for my friends.
Slash never really sickened me... at first I was weirded out by it, especially if it had gratuitous kissing. Later on, I read an NC-17 slash lemon. But dammit, it was so well written that it didn't bother me. I even thought it was a little... sweet.
So time passed on, and I grew more and more confused by everything. I tried praying, but that didn't work. I tried ignoring it, but you cannot ignore something right in front of you. I even had nightmares... which I won't get into.
Then one night, I came online and saw that a Christian friend of mine, Emily, was on as well. Emily was the only person my age that I knew that talked openly about her beliefs. Not only that, but I could just as easily talk back. I've never been able to do that before.
So I asked Emily about it. She would know, wouldn't she? She was far much smarter than me in this field, and a lot closer to God. But it turned out not even Emily could help me on this one.
She did, however, help me in a way that I will always be grateful for. She gave me the screen name of this man who would probably be able to answer my questions. I explained everything to him, poured out a series of thoughts I didn't even know I had.
Was this right??? I'm supposed to 'hate the sin' yet 'love the sinner', but by posting slash stories, I'm going against one cause, and by *not* posting slash stories, I'm going against the other.
He e-mailed me back, and I was still a little confused. But I think I understood.
Even by posting those stories, I'm still standing firmly by my own beliefs. I'm just expressing my belief that everyone has a right to their own opinion. As long as I understand what *God* wants from me, that's no reason to think that just by letting what other people express would ever refute that.
By going against Yaoi altogether, I'm locking people away from their beliefs. I have friends who are homosexuals, and I don't turn them away saying I can't be their friend anymore. If they talk openly about their homosexuality, I have no right to tell them to keep quiet about it and go tell someone else. So why should I condone their right to express their opinions through fan fiction?
That very night, I went to my webpage and deleted the Anti-Yaoi banner. I was a hypocrite, and that's all there was to it. I read Yaoi, but I was against it? What sense did that make? I might be against the deeper roots of yaoi- the homosexuality- but I could not, and would not, be against the ideas and creative expressions that sprung from the nucleic seed of yaoi.
Therefore, ladies and gentlemen, for those of you have not fallen asleep from this LONG explanation- the conclusions that I FINALLY came up with in my journey turned out to be what you see around you today. A slash page, dedicated to the cause that everyone has a right to express their own opinions, and their own ideas. If you think it's sick, that it has no place in Invader Zim, then go somewhere else. Invader Zim may be just a t.v. show to you, then. But if you look at all the art, all the stories, all the webpages: it's much more than that. It's a source for people to find themselves. Writers, artists, HTML designers, they've all found a comfortable place in who they are, and what they are capable of. They destroy the barries of unreality to make room for reality.
A reality that has every right to be as creative, as thoughtful, as expressive, as the person behind it.