Who am I really

A few years ago, I was home recovering from a brief illness.  Bored out of my mind, I started trolling Netflix to watch movies. I happened upon a number of gay themed movies. Stands to reason that I'd enjoy them, right? What it started was an all out obsession with gay themed cinema and literature.  And no I wasn't interested in classic literature like Maurice or anything like that, I wanted hot trashy nonsense. Well I found it in droves.

A friend then introduced me to the m/m genre in the form of Tere Michaels. It took me a while to even read one of her books, instead I opted for Jeff Erno and I fell in love.  Over the years I've bought and now own a substantial amount of works in the m/m genre. I love it, with one exception.  While authors do a great job talking about how men fall in love and evolve, even when they are werewolves, vampires, demons and incubeses, they still have NOT managed to craft a well written black man.

I have found a few authors who write in the interracial realm and I applaud them, in fact if I wrote, I'd probably explore that realm as well. However, how about the trials of two black men trying to find love in a world that isn't designed for them to do so? What of them?

So I have been challenged to find my voice if I can in this genre.  I've given myself until December 2014 so the clock is now officially ticking.