You can love a fandom without knowing the canon. I've proved this many times, with
The Sentinel first and
due South probably the best.
The Fast and the Furious proved to me that I could love a fandom while finding the canon laughable. At best.
Slash can do terrible things to a girl. For example, it made me rent
The Fast and the Furious. I am not in any way interested in car porn, no matter how sleek and shiny and speedy said vehicles are. I am not in any way interested in Vin Diesel, and I cringe when I watch him try to act because I'm afraid a vein is going to blow in his forehead. And they'd still put it in the final edit. (I'll be completely honest and admit that I have another problem with him. The first movie I saw him in was
xXx, where he looked like he was trying to send a subtle message with his wardrobe. Whether that message was "Even this outfit cannot make me crack a smile" or "I
want the wardrobe supervisor and will wear anything to get near that hot, hot body" or "I am being held hostage on a New Zealand sheep farm by a renegade producer who is forcing me make bad movies! Send help!" was not something I could figure out before I fell asleep.) So I did not catch TFATF in the theater. But then, like, thousands of great writers started writing in this fandom, and I
had to succumb.
( It's a miracle engine powered by homoerotic sexual tension and bad dialog! Dom, get Brian immediately! )