This is another fantastic autobiography by Nagata Kabi, but there's one major problem. The translation. A lot of the phrasing and word choices are very clearly Americanized, and that can take me out of what's supposed to be the authors personal thoughts and feelings. I could be wrong, but I have a strong feeling that a lot of the terms for gender and sexuality they use don't have Japanese equivalents so a lot of it felt off. Aside from that, there's not much else to complain about. It's admirable how personal the author is willing to get when discussing dark and uncomfortable subject matters thateven left me a little shook. Even still, Nagata Kabi seems to be in a much better place than when she released My Lesbian Experience with Loneliness, and I hope she only continues to get better.