Ficera's rambling, loosely connected memoirs proceed chronologically, their chatty, humorous tone and stand-alone structures reflecting her experience as a columnist and performance artist. They open with a hilarious recollection of a hunting trip to Maine with her father, uncle, and male cousin when she was a child. When her dad stopped hunting long enough to pay attention to his 10-year-old daughter, his idea of spending special time with her consisted of a trip to a toxic waste dump, followed by a visit to an area slaughterhouse--"bonding" just doesn't get any better 'n that, eh? Later, Ficera lightheartedly recounts more recent experiences with dyke dating, personal ads, Superbowl parties, and her failing
gaydar (it's like radar, and Ficera wishes bar patrons would just wear different hats to designate preferences), all lived out in a "neo-lesbian mushroom cloud of femininity" that threatens the extinction of pool-table dykes. She blithely manages to get a laugh out of every experience.
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Review
"[Ficera's] willingness to disrobe, physically and emotionally, in these pages, offers the best laugh-out-loud moments..." --
The Fairfield County Weekly, April 3, 2002Ficera can be so wickedly funny - and she is so charmingly unrepentant. --
Washington Blade, July 7, 2003Ficera's voice is direct, using pop culture references and a 'play-by-play' commentary style to deliver her sarcasm and honest opinions. --
Out Magazine, May 2003It's a peek into the thoughts of a dyke-next-door with a singular sense of humor. --
Girlfriends Magazine, May 2003Like the best of humorists, and she is that, Ficera draws ably on her own life, rendering the personal universal. --
Planet Out, May 2003