I distinctly remember reading my first MM romance. I’d been reading romances since I was maybe thirteen, started out with ‘borrowing’ my mom’s Harlequins without her noticing. I never stopped reading them after that, but after almost thirty years, the MF genre was getting a bit on my nerves. I started reading in different subgenres: paranormal, extra kink, you name it. It was good, but still… I even wrote MF myself, but it never completely satisfied, somehow. Something was missing.
