Anti-CielLizzy

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. Look what we have here, ladies and gents. A rabid slash shipper who can’t keep in mind that minor incest was the norm for nobility as late at the 1940′s. Because the enormous social stratification of victorian times and the genealogies revealed that everybody in high society was related to each other, a little bit of incest was par for the course, in order to keep the bloodlines pure and unsullied by common blood. Ciel and Elizabeth’s engagement would have been as less than a shocking aberration and more of an occupational hazard. Also, Mendel’s discoveries in genetics hadn’t been popularized yet, so nobody knew of the genetic hazards of inbreeding. But while cousins bumping uglies was accepted in Victorian Times, guess what wasn’t?

Homosexuality.

Were there gay people in Victorian England? You bet! The writer Oscar Wilde, of The Picture of Dorian Grey fame, was a known homosexual. What happened to him? He was arrested in 1895 for sodomy in the case Wilde v. Queensberry. And after that, he fled for France and died in Paris of drink. That’s right: homosexuality was a crime as late as the 1950s. You could be jailed and castrated for being gay, and of course any Anglican priest would immediately condemn you to hell; some people remember this as the fate that befell Alan Turing. And that’s just one gay writer. Now, imagine if you will, a gay member of the damn landed gentry of the realm. If Ciel was caught with his butler, imagine the repercussions. NO ONE would want to do business with him. PERIOD. Funton would go belly up in a matter of financial quarters. And Ciel could also forget the support of the Queen. At best, all of his titles would be stripped, the engagement canceled, and he’d have to flee to another country.

But hey, ‘teh hawt yaoiz’, am I right?