Slate's Crispin Long said the book was "ripe with mirth, confusion, lust, despair, hope, and charm.

"[3] The Nation's Sasha Geffen said it "dispenses with the ubiquitous narrative of transition as a dreary but necessary inconvenience.

"[4] Jeremy Lybarger, writing for The New Yorker, called it "a radical testament to trans happiness," saying it was "chatty and tender, casually poetic and voraciously sexual.

Sullivan's diaries record in great detail his sexual exploits, romantic infatuations, and complex personal relationships.

These reminiscences are written in a style somewhere between childlike giddiness and deft description, where you can sense that Sullivan is turning himself on with every entry he writes.