An idea has taken root in certain quarters that publishers aren't necessary any more. And for that matter, who needs bookstores? It's a seductive idea, but it gnores the fundamental realities of the book business.
If every LGBT bookstore in the world is set to fade, who will proudly stock our queer, oftentimes "unpublishable" stories? Who will help us validate our fight against mainstream censorship? What will be our gayborhoods' living rooms? Amazon.com certainly won't.
My husband gave me a Kindle for my birthday. At first I protested. As a writer, avid reader, and patron of indie bookstores with cats curled on floral armchairs, what did I want with this devilish contraption?