A unique story of historical fiction. I can see how this book isn‘t for everyone - the author does weave between the past and the present, between personal and historical stories - but this book is an example of this style done well. There are others out there that are masturbatory messes (looking at you Good Omens…), but there is excellent writing in here. I really enjoyed this one.

A memoir, but also an intersectional commentary on systemic racism and mental illness.

There were two things that did bother me; the author‘s tendency to excuse abusive behavior due to mental illness and the author‘s defensiveness over loving (only two!) cis-het men.

It is possible to be compassionate AND call out abusive behavior.

And dear fellow queer/bisexual people: You are allowed to love who you love, you do not need to defend yourself.