Love this comment someone left on my instagram about my debut memoir, HOTSHOT, which demonstrates exactly the kind of dudes I had to deal with while working as a hotshot. And now. And forever. Men write about fire and they get accolades and awards. I write about fire and I get to interact with the men who made me hate the job of firefighting…which was a job I loved.

Buy my book. It's queer, it’s educational, it's confessional. Many people say it’s good (including Kirkus Reviews, which names it one of the best nonfiction books of the year). Some people hate it. But you’ll piss this guy off by contributing to my success, and there are many more like him. Help make them all unhappy!