What's a man to do, I ask you, when his own mother is more accepting of his lycanthropy than his homosexuality? I'll tell you what I do: absolutely nothing. (I'm really a laid-back kind of guy, despite that werewolf thing.) Maximillian Jean-Baptiste Montague, at your service. But please, call me Max. I write a syndicated column—To The Max—offering advice to the romantically challenged, and I think I'm doing pretty well for myself. Yet I can't seem to find the backbone to stop my mother from setting me up on blind dates of the female variety. Go figure. I do my best to get along, not cause any trouble, and keep my life on an even keel. But right now somebody's rocking my dream boat, and I don't like it. Not one little bit. My longtime live-in lover Richard is coming and going without explanation. Amy Rose, a wannabe lover from my past, is back in town, and she's brought her nephew, Morgan, who is making a play for my Richard—why does no one see that but me? And on top of all that, my mother is dating a homophobic minister, and she wants to "cure" me. Can life get any worse?

Life is truly beautiful! Richard actually asked me to marry him, do you believe it? Of course there's a small hurdle we have to cross—namely that gay marriage isn't legal here in Missouri. But it's a start, right? Things are looking up for us, now that I know the truth about Richard. Our careers are doing well, we're blissfully happy together, and Mother has given us her blessing! My sister Diana is going through boyfriends like some people change clothes. I wonder if she'll ever find Mr. Right? Cat's cousin has turned out to be a real interesting character, and the most interesting thing is—he’s a werewolf! And more disturbing than that, I think that maybe my father (that shadowy figure who's never figured in my life) might just be someone named Jason. It's a long story. Just when I thought I had things figured out, they change, and I find out that what I thought I knew was just so much nonsense. In other words—lies. Who can I trust? Other than Richard, of course. And what should I believe? And why does it seem like the world is trying to shake me out of my lycanthropic closet? What's a gay werewolf to do?