"These days when I don't feel "queer enough," I try to remember that queerness isn't a box to check—it isn't even tied to a goal."

This book fell a little short for me. I went into this expecting a book about queerness and bisexuality/bi-culture, but instead it read much more like a memoir about the author's life and was very heavy on hook-up horror stories with queer trivia sprinkled in between. It was only really about bisexuality in the fact that the author is bisexual. It reads much more like a millennial-cringe version of Melissa Febos' "Girlhood", but a touch more queer. I wanted this book to feel validating and insightful. The writing did make me chuckle at times and felt akin to talking to your older sister/cousin.

Additionally, a couple of the essays felt a little self-righteous. She writes a lot about the process of unlearning her privilege, but in a way that feels performative. It's not that I doubt that Winston has put in the work to unlearn many of her inherent biases, it's just that I don't think she needs to write a whole chapter about how well she is doing in her unlearning journey.

I saw another reviewer say this book is like an intro to queer-studies and social justice and that you'd be better off skipping this in favor of the other queer writers Winston mentions, I agree with that.