I was just mentioning to somebody the other day that the loss our LGBT bookstores is less about the availability of the books, and more about the diminishing of community. When I was your son’s age and a bit older, I haunted our bookstores, attending signings, listening to readings, drinking in lectures. Edmund White, Felice Picano, Armistead Maupin, Scott Heim, and so many more shaped my worldview and actually became part of my physical world as I sipped tea or coffee and listened to them read from their own works.
I wish that such things hadn’t become so rare. Yes, Amazon gives us access to discounts and great prices on great books, but at what cost?