Okay, so in case everyone was wondering, my current WIP of choice is an M/M, set in the near future, on planet Earth. There are elements of SF in it, but it's mostly a pretty straight (pardon the pun) romance.
Now I never set out to write M/M, and I sure didn't think that I'd ever be writing about gay men as protagonists. I mean, in reality, I'm neither gay, nor a man, so what the hell would I know about writing one. Of course, I'm not a space princess either, and I'm writing one of those, and Stephen King isn't an ax murderer and he writes about them all the time. So yeah. Plus, in spite of the recent triumphant legislation in California and New York championing the rights of same-sex couples to marry, I'm embarrassed to live in a state that enshrined discrimination in its state constitution.
Nevertheless, here I am, pounding away at the keyboard over the drama and conflict of two men in love. Also the sex, but the drama and conflict are what I try to devote just as many brain cells to. And funnily enough, I'm discovering something I've always believed to be true, given real-world evidence from the people I know and the lives and relationships they've had. That romance is universal. It doesn't matter if they're two guys, two girls, a guy and a girl, or a goat and a duck. Love is love, and Love just is.
This might seem like the time for the outsider to point out, "But it's all in your head, Xandra. Of course these guys are going to act like any romantic couple you throw together--they're in your head."
But here's the thing. The unbeliever might say that (you Philistine, you!), but I'm one of those writers whose writing process includes strangers popping up in my head and telling me their stories. Yes, it's up to me whether I want to write them down, and then revise them for something worthy of public consumption, but these kernels, these sparks...they're something that don't wholly feel like they're just me.
I'm not crazy, I'm a fiction writer.