I can pinpoint the exact moment that the American “left” lost me. In April 1993, I joined the March on Washington for LGBT Rights. The whole “Q+” wasn’t really a thing, though the term “queer” wasn’t what it means today. It didn’t include such things as “straight people who don’t partake in hookup culture” or anything like that, it generally was an umbrella term for same-sex attracted folks.

Anyway, I was marching with a large contingent of my fellow veterans. I had gotten out of the Navy just over a year before, having gone through two