Call it what it is…Gay FICTION
Greetings fans, this would be Michael Mandrake presenting you with today’s post at Sam Crescent’s place. Today I’d like to talk about something that came up on a recent radio I did with Blak Rayne, Patricia Logan, Sammy Jo Hunt, Andrew Grey, TreSa Sioux and of course, hostess Cassandre Dayne. We talked about the problem that we discuss quite regularly in the genre. The need to give gay fiction its own category.
You ask, what does that mean? Well, with some publishers, gay fiction regardless of whether it’s erotic or not falls under erotica. Not only does that do a disservice to the author but also to the reader who is looking for some hot sex and plat and instead, they don’t get that.
Why is it important?
Well, it’s beneficial not only to the author and reader but in my opinion, the publisher! You have customers coming to your site, looking for a gay fiction book. One with not a lot of sex but maybe one. They’re looking for a particular story, maybe a sci fi or a contemporary. Why is it you’ve clumped all gay content into erotica. NOT FAIR to anyone.
I don’t have figures to support this but, I would think a disgruntled customer means lost sales. You have done your gay fiction writers a disservice because now that reader feels they cannot come to your website to find good gay fiction.
What would be so hard to say GLBT? Or if you must, the fluffy names of m/m and f/f which means there is gay content or lesbian stories involved but if there’s not much sex, it doesn’t get lost in the erotica section.
Now, I speak not for myself really because all of my content is erotic but there may come a day where I want to venture into that realm of only writing a story with no sex but hints at it or a “closed door” scene just to get a point across.
How come these have to be thrown in the erotica bin because it’s two men in a relationship?
In the world of art which includes writing, I’d expect for the publishers, especially e-pubs to be more accepting and open to calling gay fiction what it is. After all, “New York” (the term used for big publishers) doesn’t think that authors who’ve been e-pubbed or the e’s themselves actually count. So, we are the rebels against the majority, doing things different from the accepted norm. Why not take that next step? Give your readers and authors a clear view of the genre in which they read and write. Call it gay fiction. Give it its own category.
I’m sure it will be beneficial to all involved.
I’d like to thank Sam Crescent for having me here today. Please leave me a comment on your thoughts as well as an email and I’ll be glad to give away a copy of the book as well as the anthology I’m in from XOXO.
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Here is the blurb and excerpt from my latest book due to be released on July 15th , A Second Chance from XOXO publishing.
Will also be available on Amazon, Bookstrand, Omnilit, 9Clouds, and AllRomance
Blurb: Hesitant to begin a relationship with someone new, two police officers who have lost their partners in the line of duty try to deal with their obvious attraction to one another. Will one of them accept the other’s proposition to start over or remain alone because of their places on the police force?
While we continued to chat, I noticed DeClerc in my peripheral. I couldn’t help but stare at him. I moistened my lips, biting the bottom as he came closer.
“Um, hello…” I looked past the chief to take a long gander at Daniel. I stood up, extending my hand. “I’m Farris Beason.”
He accepted. “Daniel Declerc. Nice to meet you.” The handshake was firm, his hands soft like a female.
Don chuckled, “See Beason, if you would’ve been in the right frame of mind you could’ve joined Daniel today.”
While we exchanged smiles, I gawked at the pretty face in front of me. Daniel was even more gorgeous up close. The only distraction was the defect on his finger. Who was lucky enough to call him theirs? I had to find out.
“Pity,” Daniel said with a grin. “Maybe when you’ve recovered from your wild night?” He cocked an eyebrow.
I laughed, “Yeah, um…maybe…”
We’d broken our hand gestures but not our gaze. Maybe he did play for my team, but the question remained, who was he married to?