Why I Write Sapphic Romance (And Why It Matters to Me)

Why I Started Writing Sapphic Romance

I didn’t start writing sapphic romance because I thought I had a story to tell. I started writing because there were silences in my life, loud ones, the kind that show up after heartbreak and after everything shifts and you find yourself living inside a version of your days that no longer feels like it belongs to you. There were gaps I didn’t know how to navigate. I kept trying to soften them any way I could. Work helped, but sapphic fiction helped even more. Writing gave me something steady to reach for when the rest of my life felt unfamiliar.

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Finding the Story I Needed

At first it was just late nights and borrowed stories. I was reading everything I could find, searching for that particular kind of intimacy that feels both tender and unruly. I wanted romance that unfolded slowly and honestly. I wanted characters who loved women the way I loved women, without hesitation. I wanted emotional depth that did more than skim the surface. But I kept noticing the same truth. The exact version of the story I needed did not exist yet.

So I sat down and started writing it myself.

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How Writing Became a Lifeline

I never expected to call myself a writer. I wasn’t chasing publication or anything beyond a way to quiet the ache that had settled in. Writing became the place where I could let my feelings move instead of bottling them up. It was where the heartbreak went, and the hope, and all the pieces of myself I was still figuring out how to hold. Every paragraph felt like stitching something together that had been torn for a long time. It steadied me in ways I didn’t anticipate.

I would spend hours writing with my dog at my feet, even until the birds outside my apartment window were just waking and I knew I had to drag myself out of bed for work in three hours.

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Why These Stories Still Matter to Me

What surprised me most was how writing sapphic romance made me feel seen. I always thought I was simply putting words on a page, but the truth is that I was creating the stories I had needed for years. I was building worlds where queer women could take up space at the center. Where their desire mattered. Where their emotional lives were allowed to be textured and complicated and deeply felt. Where they got to choose each other in the end.

That is why sapphic romance matters to me. It isn’t just fiction. It is reclamation, relief, and reflection. It is the reminder that sapphic women deserve stories shaped around them rather than around other people’s expectations. It is the simple but powerful act of writing a world where women who love women get to have their full story told.

People sometimes ask why I write love stories between women. The answer is that these stories were my lifeline first. Sapphic romance gave me language for parts of myself I had never named. It gave me a place to feel deeply without apology. And somewhere in all the quiet hours with a blank document open and a heart trying to piece itself back together, writing stopped being the thing that filled the gaps and became the thing that reshaped them entirely.

I write sapphic romance because it carried me through heartbreak. I keep writing because I want to offer the same kind of recognition and solace and tenderness to anyone who might need it. If even one person finds a piece of themselves in my stories, that’s reason enough to keep going.

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