Why I don't write straights

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I am often asked why I don't write heterosexual romance. The answer is simple: I don't believe in it.

I cannot think of one woman I know who is better off for having loved a man. Not my grandmother, not my mother. Not my sister. Not my friends. Not even me.

If it's not outright bankruptcy, it's the slow death of dreams. Even without physical, mental, emotional or sexual abuse, women tend to lose parts of their personalities when paired with men. They give up things the man isn't interested in. They discard friends, family, even their own children for him.

Maybe everyone I know is totally dysfunctional, but I doubt it.

So that's why I don't write straight people. That and there are no value neutral words for women's bodies. But mostly because I truly believe men are bad for women.

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[sunfell.livejournal.com]

An interesting observation, which, sadly I've observed myself. My mother's own dreams were dissolved by my father who did not believe in them. My father tried to do the same thing to me, but I escaped. My sister and brother did not. My sister still believes that she needs a man in her life- and has one. He totally dominates her. He tried to do the same with me, but I told him in no uncertain terms that I was my own person and did not require his supervision.

My best friend is getting herself back after being sucked dry in a marriage.

I guard my own independence with a fierce clarity that is the product of all the grief I have witnessed. I do not hate men, but I do not want one in my life.