There’s a problem in lesbian literature and I think it’s time we address it. I am an avid reader, and have been from a young age. I have started to notice that books with representation of lesbian relationships seem to operate on two extremes.
You know the first one… two queer women or non-binary people give each other longing glances for 80% of the book, there is a lot of personal shame and fear, there’s zero sexual chemistry, and they dare
