I’ve been getting some writing done recently, and I think I’ve clocked why I, an aromantic and possibly ace-spec person enjoy writing and (primarily) reading romance so much.
My favourite genre is fantasy, primarily because it let’s me explore things that don’t exist in real life. Magic, dragons, mysterious rogues sneaking in the night and epic fighters battling with swords. Etc.
And romance? To me it has the same appeal. Romance doesn’t feel any more real than the dragons in Eragon or the elves in Lord of the Rings. Sex and such feels more real, but still distant. Like other fiction, but with a setting based on our own world.
I think this actually explains why I at times want a partner of the romantic variety, even though I can’t pinpoint a single time I’ve been certain that I want that from another real life human.
After all, I’d fucking love to have a dragon

















