"Okay, right now I have the ability to cleanly, statistically analyze my sexual life into a pie chart, and I feel as if this ability is only going to last a little longer before I fall back into my mindless sexual trough, so I have to write this down fast...." If love doesn't stay, if no love is pure and platinum and lasting, okay. But Mike Albo, rueful and confused, keeps grasping for the vaporous ideal of love -- trying to find something solid, a love he felt he was promised a long time ago. One summer in the East Village, in the hot, intoxicating bars, in the thick of beautiful men, Mike meets Eric. Eric is a masterpiece -- the irresistible, unattainable go-go boy. Eric has a boyfriend. Eric is untroubled by conscience. But Mike and Eric have a hallucinogenic affair. As he ricochets from euphoria to despair, Mike does what any good student might do: he looks to the past for clues to the present. On break from his exhaustingly libidinous schedule, he goes home to visit his parents in the suburban town in which he was born. Tracing his emotional and sexual evolution -- including his obedient and weird attempts to meet the requirements of suburban normalcy -- Mike tries to answer the questions that plague each of us: "Am I okay? Whom should I love?" Hornito is brutally, searingly honest, but it is also the work of a uninhibited comic. Mike Albo offers a stripped portrait of the young gay man in all his interior complexity, a tale at once wholly compelling and utterly naked. It's desperate. But there's hope. And it's also violently funny.