In The First Person, The

Being Gay Is Just One Aspect Of My Very Complicated Life. I Do Not Wear It On My Sleeve.

Has All The Trappings Of A Mystery Novel, Doesn't It?

In The First Person, The Readers Feel Smart, Like It's Them Solving The Case.

On The Last Morning Of Virginia's Bloodiest Year Since The Civil War, I Built A Fire And Sat Facing A Window Of Darkness Where At Sunrise I Knew I Would Find The Sea.

Everyone Is Doing Forensics.