Glave Doubts

So if nobody's jumping on the Glave piece can I assume something? We love it but . . . . We hate it but . . . . Too cool for school? What? It's a screed, yes, gay screed, in preference of soft love, or soft "love," via the attack on heterosexual terror in the multiple rape deal, which is, how should I say, an easy target?, but, at the same time, giving us the opportunity to co-opt all that street talk, to wander in the avenues, so to speak, and pleasure ourselves with our endurance and our liberal reading policies, set up by the comfortable lesbian front end, which absolves us for any satisfaction taken? But were there satisfactions and what were they? And all those author questions--clearly Glave is not a street person so this isn't (that newfound genre) "street lit," rather a mockery of? Character? Any present? Sociology only? An instruction manual or ridicule of black heterosexuality by arch enemy Glave? Is this art or is this something else, and if so, what? Jump up and be heard. I call you out! Beth (supplier of the drug) first, perhaps.