Bruce LaBruce's witty revulsion and response to gay culture--the film industry, drag queens, drugs, and sex--give his latest endeavor a certain pop-philosophical conversational appeal. LaBruce frames the creation of his films around a nostalgia for the old punk underworld of homosexual rebellion. In fact, LaBruce finds contemporary homosexuality almost criminal and desperately claims to detach himself from it. But LaBruce is armed to the hilt with a wicked tongue and a definitive sense of purity in his perversity. He may detest the fine art of homosexuality, but he impressively recounts his own grand history of gay ponderings and encounters. His incessant search for queer identity through his art leaves the reader wanting desperately to help him out, or at least give him a hand, and his chatty style makes the reader look forward to his promised sequel. LaBruce is definitely worthy of his artistic license and creativity.