Belonging to no one

I am sad. Not desperately so. But sad none the less.

One of my addictions is to check on Amazon, see how many books I've sold and check for reviews. Usually I sell a book or 2 a day and I am cool with that though it drives my roommate batty (especially at the end of the month when I all of a sudden place a goal on myself that I have nothing to do with; like this month I would like to hit 200 sales and I'm at 181 and probably won't make it). Reviews come less frequently, though Wrestling Against Myself and God Bless the Child each have 17 each (GBTC also has 6 in UK so it actually has 23).

It's hard being an author such as myself. I have my feet in two arenas at one time and very often those arenas do not like each other. Transsexual/Christian fiction. Some might say that is an oxymoron, others would say it reeks of hypocrisy, but I don't know how else to describe what I write.
Wrestling Against Myself is a powerful story that is pretty well written. Half of my fans won't leave reviews because they fear being outed and that's quite sad. So far I have 2, count them, 2 2-star reviews. And I can't address the issues because they are diametrically opposed.
One person didn't like the book because the main character dated a transsexual and was a christian
Another person didn't like the book because there was too much Bible in it.
I am a little hurt. I always take this stuff personally. But I was true to my craft and I was true to the story. I wrote what was in my heart and what God impressed upon me.

I am a Christian
I am a transsexual
I am proud of both
I will be swayed from neither
(Put that on a t-shirt, because that is some good stuff)

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