or, My Daddy Is A Big Strong Lumberjack, by George Alan Rekers. At least he didn't go with the obvious “dom top leatherman cruising for a son” cliche; that's so played out. I far prefer the whole bear-in-flannel angle, personally—though the lack of a beard is disappointing and not very realistic. Lord knows that beards are an extremely important tool when you're out there trying to talk some young man into adopting the Gay Lifestyle—the fact that you can spend your nights kissing and making love to and spooning another dude and yet still appear commandingly masculine by day is a huge selling point, in my gay recruiting experience.
