I never knew that interracial romance was a genre until I met Jessica.
I was actually inspired to write Sommer and Austin’s story because of an NFL player’s romantic life that had been getting too much media scrutiny, and the Twitterverse’s reaction to Rue (Amandla Stenberg’s character) from The Hunger Games movies. My goal was to depict a couple whose life centered around their love for one another despite the flack that the outside world was trying to give them.
Personally, I’ve always been attracted to all types of men, no matter the color or origin. Chris Hemsworth is the most beautiful man in the world to me right now, and I wouldn’t trust myself around William Levy, Larry Fitzgerald, or Ki Hong Lee (have mercy!!) Sometimes, I think I love men too much. My favorite scent is “Man fresh out of the shower.” I met a guy who introduced me to this cologne he used called Creed Aventus, and I sniff-attacked him whenever I got the chance.
My strong attraction to men also helped me understand homosexuality a bit better because I would probably only last three months as a lesbian. Then, my girlfriend would bring her work friend, Mandingo Jones, home to work on a project and it would be all over.
Anyhow, I’m off-topic. I posed the question because, as a BWWM writer, I’ve been exposed to both sides of the spectrum. On one hand, I’m depicting beautiful love stories…on the other hand, I’m exercising slave mentality because I’m celebrating sleeping with the “enemy.”
At the end of the day, love is love to me. One of the things I love most about love is that it knows no boundaries. The world could be saying, “this is wrong,” or “don’t do this,” and love is just like…”Fuck you. I’ll do what I want.”