The book exists because one morning I opened my fridge and found three things.
A single lime. A bottle of mustard. And emotional damage. That moment told me everything I needed to know about the state of my life. Look. If you are a queer man in your late twenties, thirties, forties, or whatever glorious era of gay chaos you occupy, you probably know this phase. Your personality works. Your outfits work. Your jokes land at brunch. Your group chat is elite. Meanwhile your bank account looks haunted and your sleep schedule belongs to a raccoon. No one teaches gay men how to build a stable life. We learn how to survive high school. We learn how to flirt. We learn how to party. We learn how to recover from heartbreak with a haircut and a group chat meltdown. But the basics. The boring adult infrastructure of life. No one covers that class. So I wrote the book I wish someone shoved into my hands ten years ago. The Unapologetic Bear’s Guide to Getting Your Shit Together. This is not soft self help. No whispering affirmations while you drink cucumber water and ...