" Even if you don't know the woman who wrote this essay collection, you know the woman who wrote this essay collection. She proclaims herself "a gay man trapped in a woman's body" (but is put off by lesbians with their "mullets and shoe boots"), uses words like "freakage," and has sassy friends who say "You're back!" when, after a sad spell, she starts singing songs from Hedwig and the Angry Inch loudly on the street like a fucking ninth grade drama club member on their first trip to New York. She is, in short, The Worst. I did not enjoy spending 172 pages with her, even if they were pretty large print in a very small book. "
— Leila, 1/15/2014