Tragic Gays

I’ve been struggling all week with the second story in my Patreon project series.  The first draft of the story didn’t make much sense so I had to rewrite two of the middle scenes.  I outlined a solution, I even wrote out the scenes, but I was very unhappy with it and I didn’t know why.  Yesterday morning, I realized what the problem is.  The story now makes sense, but it’s yet another story where a queer character (in this case, a young lesbian) gets screwed over by life.

But… but… I wanted this story to have a happy ending.

People who know me know that I tend to gravitate toward horror and gritty realism.  I love film noir.  I hate the American cliche of happy endings to everything.  I don’t think that life is full of happy endings and I don’t want my fiction to be full of happy endings either.

This tends to butt heads with the facts that I write fiction with LGBTQ+ characters and that living as a queer person in this country is hard enough without all of your fiction being a huge bummer.  I don’t want my characters to always have happy endings, because that isn’t realistic.  But I don’t want my characters to always have tragic endings, because I primarily write LGBTQ+ characters and there is enough tragedy in queer life already.  So I struggle, and sometimes I wish I was a straight person writing generic straight fiction who didn’t have to think about all these things.

In good news, in the draft I wrote this morning, I think I’ve finally managed to strike the tone I wanted.

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