<blockquote>One thing I’ve found quite curious about general A/B/O fanon is the tendency to closely mirror and amplify existing gender politics… when in a way a lot of the A/B/O trope is not about gender at all, but on animal instincts. I would like to share an excerpt from Encounters with Animals, by Gerald Durrell, who is one of my favourite authors: a great man and a conservationist:
"I was able to watch the courtship of two tigers when I worked at Whipsnade Zoo. The female was a timid, servile creature, cringing at the slightest snarl from her mate until the day she came into season. Then she changed suddenly into a slinking, dangerous creature, fully aware of her attraction but biding her time. By the end of the morning the male was following her round, belly-crawling and abject, while on his nose were several deep, bloody grooves caused by slashing backhands from his mate. Every time he forgot himself and approached too closely he got one of these backhand swipes across the nose. If he seemed at all offended by this treatment and lay down under a bush, the female would approach him purring loudly, and rub herself against him until he got up and followed her again, moving closer and closer until he received another blow on the nose for his pains."
… So a fic like that has been simmering in the backburner for a while. Enjoy…?</blockquote>
