The following is 100% true…

Back in 1982, being gay or trans is not like it is today. Back then, it was unpopular and shunned, and most of us kept it in the closet for a good long while.

Anyway, I was at a summer camp that Brett Kavanaugh was also attending. I can't remember the exact details of which exact camp it was, but it was for the hoity-toity types. On the second or third day of camp, Brett and I made eye-contact, and it was as though time stood still - It was electric and unmistakeable.

The next day, instead of swimming in the lake and doing all the water sports, games, etc. we both pretended like we were going to take a nap instead. I was both thrilled and scared at the same time. My emotions were running rampant, but I just wanted to be with Brett and for him to hold me.

At first, it was heaven on earth to lay with him, but then I became disorientedly confused as he took off my clothes (and his) and proceeded to aggressively anally rape me. I was in a daze as he would quickly come around to the front (after having his way from behind) and would thrust his member into my mouth. I was conflicted because I wanted to develop a relationship, but not like this.

To this day, there are not a string of consecutive hours that go by that I do not feel the sting of this altercation, and I am devastated. I forgive and I still, in a weird way I admit, love you, Brett. But, I do not feel you're fit to be on the United States Supreme Court, and I also feel that you should finally come out of the closet about your violent sexual tendencies as well as being gay. We both know the truth.

This is my official true story. I will answer any questions from CNN, NYT, and any other reputable news source in this venue. Thank you.