Private Rooms Burning is a look at a controlled burn that the fire department of Marion County did near my home. I worked for them as a volunteer for about six months, but was run out for my personal sexual preferences. There was not enough time to put out very many fires, but plenty of time to burn the secret rooms of discrimination that we so love to build.
I talk about my experience at the beginning of the book. Following that is a colorful documentation of a common training exercise of the department.
During a controlled burn that we did during my time at the department, I would sneak Otter Pops out of my lunch box and chomp them down underneath my vehicle as the controlled burn was coming to a climax. It was hotter than hell.
Although I do miss being a fire fighter, I wouldn't ever work for them again. Too dangerous, and anti-discrimination laws only became illegal here in Oregon this year.