i judged a book by its cover (title) and learned a hard lesson. this read like a disjointed printout of someone's livejournal. the author spent more time discussing men & sex with men than the titular topic! i get that journey of understanding one's queerness sometimes starts in opposition to what we're not attracted to, but good GOD
DNF with like 30 pages left sorryyyyyyy. at first i was like ok this is like……. fine albeit in need of a way better editor. but as it went on it became very repetitive (there’s a disclaimer at the beginning that these essays go forward and backward in time, but this feels more coincidental than intentional). the section on motherhood could have probably been condensed into 2 essays for example. once i got to the final section i felt like i was reading fist year undergrad essays. really wanted to like this one but unfortunately it is just not very well written or thought out.