Right.
I've made a mistake.
I let myself get swept up in the world that is "online interracial fiction". More specifically "WMBW interracial fiction".
Oh, was it a bad decision so! The stereotypes, the racial "taboos", the realistic-unicornlevel-sex scenes, the stereotypes!
Never again. I have had the great displeasure of fulfilling my quota for this so-called "genre".
I mean there I was, sifting for weeks like I mad woman. Reading story after story, feeling disappointment, after disappointment. Looking for God only knows what. I finally told myself today to stop before I lost any more of my temper...or sanity. Or dignity.
Surely, I can't be the only girl on the earth who doesn't want to play the virginal/helpless damsel waiting to be saved by the perfectly charming trillionare "White Adonis", yes? Someone out there has to be on the same page as me, right??
I think the thing that gets me most were the reviews. Thousands of comments of praise I've seen over these past couple of weeks about these stories. Not one soul to speak a different tone.
It makes me worry a bit about my gender. It makes me want to go on a wild book-hunt on amazon, e-bay, at my library and my local bookstores. It makes me want to arm myself with the words to write love stories that make sense to me. Stories where love is built on trust, time, contentment, intimacy, freedom, respect, and understanding. Certainly not on magic pixie-dust, amazing sex and money.
No. I think I'm much to much of a realist to enjoy any of the stories I have been reading. Far to much, indeed.
;-)
I've made a mistake.
I let myself get swept up in the world that is "online interracial fiction". More specifically "WMBW interracial fiction".
Oh, was it a bad decision so! The stereotypes, the racial "taboos", the realistic-unicornlevel-sex scenes, the stereotypes!
Never again. I have had the great displeasure of fulfilling my quota for this so-called "genre".
I mean there I was, sifting for weeks like I mad woman. Reading story after story, feeling disappointment, after disappointment. Looking for God only knows what. I finally told myself today to stop before I lost any more of my temper...or sanity. Or dignity.
Surely, I can't be the only girl on the earth who doesn't want to play the virginal/helpless damsel waiting to be saved by the perfectly charming trillionare "White Adonis", yes? Someone out there has to be on the same page as me, right??
I think the thing that gets me most were the reviews. Thousands of comments of praise I've seen over these past couple of weeks about these stories. Not one soul to speak a different tone.
It makes me worry a bit about my gender. It makes me want to go on a wild book-hunt on amazon, e-bay, at my library and my local bookstores. It makes me want to arm myself with the words to write love stories that make sense to me. Stories where love is built on trust, time, contentment, intimacy, freedom, respect, and understanding. Certainly not on magic pixie-dust, amazing sex and money.
No. I think I'm much to much of a realist to enjoy any of the stories I have been reading. Far to much, indeed.
;-)
