As any self-respecting young queer, I have a profound interest in LGBT history. The label of "history" is contentious because many people were alive 50 years ago so how is that history? But, because of AIDS, many are dead. History is the shit we tell ourselves so the future doesn't forget: forget friends, forget lovers, forget injustices. This book is a work of history. It was quite dense, but most everything felt necessary. It should be a staple in the radicalization of every LGBT person, for how can you read something like this and not feel righteous indignation.