One day in the shower, I decided I wanted to write a lesbian fantasy romance. This didn’t have anything to do with the act of showering; it’s just that I get my best ideas in the bathroom. I’m not sure whether shampoo is my muse or if the mundane nature of the activity gives me room to think. It might have something to do with the creativity constriction imposed on me by clothing…
Okay, getting out of the shower now.
Lesbian fantasy romance! I’d tinkered with LGBT characters before. They’d popped up time and again, but even if they were main characters, their romantic endeavors were brushed to the side. Not this time, though. For my lesbian fantasy romance, they’d be front and center, shoulders forward, facing the world. I just had to write it, and in writing it, I had to face the reason why I’d always put my LGBT babies in the corner.
If I wrote lesbian romance like I wanted to write it, I was scared that my friends and family would know I was bi. Even now, that sentence is still hard to write.
It had never come up before. I’m married to a man; there was no reason to discuss my sexual orientation. Why talk about it at all?
Because there are people who are afraid to speak, who don’t feel that they can, or who know they won’t be loved if they do. Those of us who will be loved have to speak for them. I wanted to write for them. I wanted to give them out and proud lesbians who have adventures, who fight evil, and whose love is bright for all to see.
I got some odd looks from those who know me. Even now, when I give people the synopsis of my forthcoming book, The Pyramid Waltz, they look at me quizzically, at the ring on my finger. I smile at them, even after they say, “So…,” and leave a question hanging in the air. I delight in watching people try to figure out what exactly they want to ask.
A few have asked, “Why lesbians?” to which I laugh and say, “Why not?” When the very confused ask, “Couldn’t you just change one to a man?” I giggle uncontrollably and picture one of my two female leads with a penis. I don’t think it’s just that easy to change, man. After my giggle fit is over, I like to lean in close and say, “Tell you what. I’ll write you a story where they’re both men. Better?”