For a car, going from 0 to 60 in a second is a good thing, but when a guy goes straight from "Hello", what is your name?" to "Do you swallow?" you kind of wish he had an emergency brake.
I would be fascinated to see if the masculine/feminine energies of the planets (and asteroids, if you use them) affect queers differently than they do straight folks. Pretty much everything else seems to affect us the same. Either you like it, or you don't. Or you want it, but it doesn't want you. Or it only wants part of you and doesn't appreciate your whole glorious self. Or you thought you wanted it, but when you get it you realize you were just drunk. Or bored. Or it wants you, but you want someone else, and that person's too busy examining their own hair or trying to climb over the bar to notice you.
Uh... so, neat book.