These are not, in my opinion, well-crafted short stories, and I feel like queer fiction has reached a point where we don't have to accept scraps. What really got to me, though, was the story in which Frumkin gave voice to both a nonverbal autistic child and that child's mother. This is personal for me, but also: I'm not sure that autistic people need Frumkin to speak for them. I say that I'm not sure precisely because I do not want to speak for autistic people.