Think Ali Wong's raw humor meets Maggie Nelson's poetic edge, with a dash of Talmudic reflection and Tel Aviv sauna swagger. Jiao ditches the lawyer's robe for Bangkok's chaos, wrestling with queer liberation, racial baggage, and the absurdity of belonging-tattooing "AUSTRALIA" on their neck to prove a point. Expect legal rants, explicit misadventures, and fictional comedy setups that dare you to laugh through the mess.
Perfect for fans of queer nonfiction, Asian-Australian stories, and anyone who's ever felt like a square peg in a round world. Warning: contains explicit content, unapologetic sass, and a middle finger to conformity.