There was a time when I didn’t really read Sapphic books. Of course, I wasn’t making a concerted effort to read diversely at that time, but I did read some Achillean books. But I honestly didn’t think about it much. Of course, at the time, I was also still convinced that I was straight.

When I started to question my sexuality, I was actively resistant to reading Sapphic books. I felt uncomfortable. Because I was uncomfortable in my own skin and afraid to face that part of myself yet. I grew up in a conservative family, and while I was a staunch ally who vocally supported the LGBTQIA+ community, realizing that I was actually a member of that community myself (especially so late in life), took some adjustment.

It’s almost funny now, as I look back on my life, how many signs have always been there that I was Bisexual. But I just explained them away as things anyone would do for their friends. It took a lot of soul searching and introspection before I was ready to come out, even to my self. And then it took a little longer before I came out to anyone else.

During my questioning time, I did ease myself into Sapphic stories, starting with Young Adult stories before venturing into Adult romance. Happily now, I search out Sapphic stories and new authors who write them.