From the Author:
"We can choose our friends. We can't choose our family." It never ceases to amaze me how often society faces the same questions: outlaw gay marriage? Refuse to recognize sex reassignment? When do we disavow those "black sheep" family members? The seed of this book began in 2007. My family and I had run the gambit of family, strangers and back again. Just when our relationship got steady, dad died. That really pissed me off. My story isn't unique, but what is unique is the fashion in which Dad, Mom and myself dealt with this upheaval. I hope it gives those of us in the GLBT community some hope. Families matter. Thanks for stopping by.
From the Back Cover:
Two things flashed through my mind when I opened the door to the sex shop to find my mother standing in front of the display case talking to a tall salesman wearing a leather harness, jock strap and a dog collar. The first was, "Oh, crap!" The second was, "I hate it when Dad's right."
Watching my mother investigate the testicle torture devices, cock rings and nipple clamps was not even close to being on the weekend's itinerary. It was so far removed from my itinerary, it was in a separate zip code. This New York trip was supposed to be a celebration of my thirty-fifth birthday, it was supposed to be an opportunity for me to have one last grand hurrah before the fall semester kicked in and buried me under the pressure of literature reviews, critical analysis papers and thesis research. I envisioned this weekend to be a fun filled romp around the Big Apple, not a safari through Leather Wonderland with my mother.
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