Let me make a confession. My name is Sophie Oak and I write romance. Yes, there are some of you out there who think that because the sex in my book is a little off the wall and bit kinky that what I write couldn’t possibly be romance, but I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong.
I might be a little hot under the collar. I, probably like a lot of erotic romance authors, have spent a good deal of time lately either defending my own work or feeling like crap because someone—who hadn’t even read it—told me that what I write is less than romance.
So here’s my answer. Get real. The world is changing and in a good way. These same people who tell me that what I write isn’t romance will also say that male/male books shouldn’t be included in what we call the genre of Romance. Grow up. Love is love. These feelings and emotions that we all write about are universal. It doesn’t matter whether two dicks or one are involved. The heart is the only true compass when it comes to what makes a romance.
We all have different needs. Acknowledging and coming to terms with those needs are one of the hallmarks of true adulthood. It’s a rite of passage that should be celebrated. And that includes those of us who discover that true freedom is found in accepting a collar or finding that we have more than one soul mate.
The world is changing and it’s hard to be on the cutting edge. I keep telling myself that. Tolerance and love—in all its gloriously freaky forms—are what will see us through the bad times.
So as you can tell, I’ve had the crap kicked out of me lately. I’ve had my very morals called into question so let me put it plainly. I believe in love. I believe it comes to each of us in different and amazing ways. I believe it is a gift that shouldn’t be turned down because it doesn’t come complete with a white picket fence and two point five kids.
Thanks for listening to the rant. Love well. Love weird. Love as you will.