This is the beginning of how I became a Fag Hag, from surviving childhood in the suburbs: raised by narcissistic, drunken, homophobic parents (and that's their good points) - to developing wonderful friendships with gay men (one gay man in particular). And lesbians. And bisexual, pansexual, transgender people.
I could almost have called this book Gay - had it not been for the unfortunate discovery of my own heterosexuality, and the ensuing disaster this has proven to be, hence this is Fag Hag. Where everybody else is getting way more sex.
It's twisted, comical and self-deprecating. And almost undeniably, unforgivably true.
Cinderella only exists here in the form of a Drag Queen on ecstasy. The straight Cinders burnt to death in an unfortunate wig-cigarette burning incident on her way home from a fancy dress party.