For many women, even now, the only community they can safely find is in fiction written by lesbians and for lesbians. Depictions of real lesbian lives — or lives we hope some lesbians somewhere are leading — remind us that, even though we may not get it, we have a right to respect and happiness.
We deserve to live to see the end of the story.
That’s why I write what I do. And if all that sounds dreadfully serious, I also believe that laughter is probably the best thing in life. You can do it anywhere, any time and with anyone. And it feels good.