Jim Stewart ~ Folsom Street Blues
From: Palm Drive Publishing
Oh Lambda Literary,
How I hate your idiotic reviewers. Let me count the ways…
It just seems to me that people who write memoirs about a particular time and place are not attempting to act like they are subject experts. They (imo) are attempting to express or at least write down the memories they have of participating and being a part of something they, and other people, find interesting. Memoirs are not “How To’s” or even “How Come’s” usually. They are factual to the person’s point of view remembering their experience and what other people in the scene said about what was going on which is highly subjective. Those answers and references you seem to want draw from this material might require a bigger overview than the person has of that period and might even fall outside the realm of what should be done in these type of personal documents.
Anyway, thanks for yet another backhanded review. You sold me on buying this book with your “train wreck” approach to reality and dismissive attitude towards un-PC masculine sexuality that happens to take place in the leather scene.