Lesbian Fiction? Oh gosh!

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To whom it may concern,

I am writing to confirm that I have recently become accustomed to the genre of gay literature, specifically that of Sarah Waters, amongst a few others. I am also writing to inform you that whilst I am appreciative of gay and lesbian literature, this does not obligate me to be gay, nor does it obligate me to accept the judgement that I must be gay to enjoy it. This may come as a shock to you, sir/madam, but there is no logically correct theory that states “I read gay, therefore I am”.

The ability to become immersed in another world is one that has aided me into becoming an avid reader, and as a consequence of this, an open thinker. It is precisely this quality about gay fiction, particularly by Sarah Waters, that has delighted me so much; the fact that I can experience different things through another’s eyes is compelling, and if it isn’t for you, then you can’t possible enjoy books – let alone any other creative outlet. If this is the case, then you don’t deserve the right to judge me at all.

Subsequent to this, I implore that you reconsider the notion that reading lesbian fiction makes me a raging feminist. The ability to express myself and my views about female equality, whilst having feminist themes, do not make me a bra-burning throwback from the 60s. It just means I am able to question views and opinions without having to resort to personal jabs, and am able to acknowledge, understand, and yes – admire another’s ability to do the same. It just so happens that, in alot of instancies, gay fiction explores these themes.

Labels are there for the benefit of chainstores, who are obligated to categorize books for the sake of their customers; nothing more.

The fact that such genres make some people feel uncomfortable would only leave me to suggest that they ask – why?

Kind regards,

A book lover.