For some, the connection between dirt roads and lesbian fiction isn't obvious. For us, it's immediate and completely natural.
Dirt roads mean home. They mean sunset followed by sunrise. They mean International Harvesters and driving slow. They mean swinging on a rope and swimming in a lake. They mean a front porch and a rocking chair, a tall, cold beer, and a book you can't put down. They mean family and big meals, country music and classic rock songs. They mean the windows rolled down and the radio turned up, Cash and Metallica.
Dirt roads are undefined territory and the freedom to explore. They are about going back to basics, remembering where you came from, and falling in love all over again.
I've experienced few things as an adult that fill me with that same sense of rightness. Lesbian fiction tops the list, right next to the lightning bolt of perfection that hit me upon meeting my wife.
Lesbian fiction is every story, from dirt roads to interstate highways. More than that, lesbian fiction is MY story. And yours. It's the world where lesbians are represented. We are the focus; our voices and our stories stand out.
Dirt roads and lesbian fiction. The connection is obvious.