I read just about any genre, especially fantasy (medieval and gothic), mystery, horror and suspense mostly. However, I only write romance, but with any sub-genre and lots of sex. I LOVE romance stories! Live vicariously through some of them. Love is a primitive emotion everyone seeks. My blog is title Lady Chatterley’s Diary – classic romance, feminism, love and sex! However, this post isn’t about the raw hunger, thirst and desire you feel when you’re in love. It’s mainly about a different type of passion – hatred.
Sometimes I purposely throw myself into a book, lots of times it’s a fantasy novel. I’m struggling with Hope these days. My struggle is with the racial division that’s rearing its ugly head all over the world. Lots of my friends, some of them I hold very close to my heart, are made of other races. My family is comprised of many races. My grandson is bi-racial (African-American and Caucasian), and the same with my sisters-in-law and their family. My family loves each other. We see only love when we look at each other. Even when we disagree, it’s done with love and respect. There is no way in hell I would live without my other race friends or family members, nor those who are of a different religion than me. They are a part of my heart. Part of who I am.
As an avid reader and writer, Fantasy novels fascinate me so much, I think, because of the possibilities, the togetherness. No matter what happens, who the hero/heroin or villain is – vampire, werewolf, witch, dragon, White Walkers (yes, I’m a Game of Thrones fan), elf, fairy, etc… eventually, their differences are accepted. They fall in love with humans, each other or some other race, and it’s OKAY. Maybe the human race is too young of a species. Maybe we just haven’t evolved enough.
I’ve always believed myself to be an EMPATH. I feel things deeply, especially other people’s pain. I wish the real world were more accepting of others. If you watch Game of Thrones then you know White Walkers are only about destroying. They only want to kill. Sadly, that’s not a fantasy in the real world. Some people are just like White Walkers – as if shards of glass pierced and hardened their hearts. The GofT series hasn’t been completed, but I’d like to believe good will triumph over evil. It always does, though sadly, with many casualties.
At my core, I know love, prayer and God are the answers. My fear is that if mankind doesn’t get it together and stop the hatred and wickedness brewing, that it will continually spread like wildfire. Fact is we need each other. Our survival depends on it. Because my other fear is that God is judging us fiercely much like He did with Sodom and Gomorrah. The evil and sin was too great to correct. He destroyed those cities and the people in them with brimstone and fire.
Are we living in a modern-day Sodom and Gomorrah? I hope not. Yet, I see no difference. Please hold on to my hand. I certainly want to hold on to yours.
“I won’t harm you with words from my mouth. I love you. I need you to survive. We’re All a Part of God’s Body.” – Kirk Franklin, lyrics to I Need You to Survive.
Let’s “chatt” again soon,