Gathered in this collection are the gay-themed stories I had written in the last 30 years. It looks like a slim collection, but I had taken out the stories that no longer worked for me. Either the story’s movement is too fixed, like a narrow unerringly hitting its destination; or the characters are too wooden, alive only because they are mouth pieces of some cause or other.

In short, I collected the stories that still amused me, made me smile, or made me want to turn the page to relearn what happened to the characters: desire, doom, or damnation?