And the beat goes on…
Originally posted on The Amazon Iowan:
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That statement contains three concepts: I write fiction. I write romantic stories. I write gay male protagonists. It is often assumed by my readership and my heterosexual peers that the greatest “shocker” in that list is that I’m a married female in the Midwest writing gay fiction. But the sad truth is that’s merely an eyebrow-raiser, usually begging the inquisitor to ask me more about why, and how that works. In fact, the “gay” factor in my declaration of what I do for a living is a buffer. Because when I say I’m an author, everyone gets excited. When I say I write gay fiction, everyone is intrigued.
When I say that I write love stories, noses wrinkle, and disdain is rampant.
The year is 2014, and we’ve come a long way, baby, but much as Cliven Bundy can tell you all about “the negro,” the…
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