Perhaps the one privilege growing up gay in a conservative town offers - is the chance to form uniquely intimate friendships with the amazing young women you're growing up alongside. They're you're first allies and, then, it follows, you are theirs, when tales of their interactions with the straight boys and men in their lives turn dark or damaging. And you can't believe what you're hearing, but you believe them. Of course you believe them. There are straight men confused and aggravated by the state of our country in the midst of the #MeToo movement; who aren’t privy to these stories; who believe they couldn't hurt a fly, and their friends couldn't either. So let me do my part in testifying that women do not lie about sexual assault. On a smaller but related scale, it's exhausting for ME to witness the cat-calls and verbal assaults my female friends endure just walking down any street with me. I can't imagine how exhausting it is for them. And I certainly can't imagine how exhausted Dr. Christine Blasey Ford is - to speak the truth of her trauma publicly, then watch as her own country uses her to cement political alliances, as opposed to extending a hand of compassion. I believe her and I believe you. This is my small-scale way of extending my hand of compassion. If there is anything at all I can do for you, please let me know. And of course, thank you Dr. Ford.