It struck me with sickening clarity that I’d brought this on myself. This was a taste of my own medicine: Jimmy was objectifying me and Nell just as I objectified Theo and Christopher. Just as I objectified all gay men. How could I sit in judgment of Jimmy Frye? I was no better: a sleazy fetishist, sweaty and predatory and pathetic. Small wonder no one could stand me once they got to know me.
