Timm Gay Johnson was an unrepentant nudist. He didn't care whether anyone saw him naked. In fact, if anyone appeared at the front door, he never bothered to put anything on. "Just in case the Jehovah's Witnesses pay a visit," he always said. Likewise, when guests came over for dinner, he never put on his clothes. "My birthday suit's my best outfit . . ."

When a legendary Minneapolis florist with an oversized penis the stuff of legend in the local gay community suddenly dies, his partner Howie Dwight Taft has a real problem when he dates for the first time in 30 years. How does a perfectly average-sized, overweight, and predictable middle-aged man try to find a new husband of his own? Covering some 40 years of gay Minneapolis history, the novel explores what it means to be an older gay widower.