A queer academic self-help book! That is what Ann Cvetkovich said she "kind of jokingly" called this project, but I think it's for real. My boss lent me this along with Lynda Barry's Cruddy and Beth Ditto's memoir, which I think make good companion pieces. By the time I was about a third of the way through, I had forcibly recommended this book to almost everyone I know, but two thirds of the way in I got completely bogged down. Maybe that's fitting?