Sullivan writes, “Unlike Ramesh, I actually risked something for my conservative ideals–friends and some colleagues, estrangement from the gay establishment, and even my job. . .” Sullivan sounds this rather pathetic note fairly often: He is the lone voice of integrity, while everyone else sells out. That’s why the poor thing can’t find a venue to publish his work, right? That’s why he’s constantly dropping the names of famous friends? Sullivan comes close to the truth only when he suggests that he’s “touched a nerve” with me. “Gotten on my nerves” is closer to the truth, and it’s in part because of the preening narcissism on display here.