Dear Ferndale,

Once upon a time, I was a scared, closeted "baby dyke" growing up in Metro Detroit, and you were this mythical promised land to me. Even though you were less than 20 miles away, it felt like you were on the other side of the earth. I heard you had a Pride festival every June, and Affirmations -- a community center for people like me.

We finally met when I was 18. I snuck out of my parents' house and made it to Pride. "Get ready to see more lesbians than you've ever seen in your life!" my friend laughed. I almost exploded. True, even if I only saw three lesbians, that probably would've been more than I'd ever seen.

Eventually, Ferndale, we became good friends. I not only attended more Prides, I performed at them year after year. I hung out at Affirmations, karaoke'd at SoHo, and even had friends who lived in you. (Sorry. That didn't sound quite right.)

I left Michigan five years ago, but you will always hold a special place in my heart as my first "gayborhood:" the first place that I truly felt connected to my community, and unafraid to be myself.

Then a few days ago, I saw headlines from the "Oakland County Times" online and that your businesses had been targeted by a smattering of anti-LGBT hate mail. "Fox 2 News Detroit" reported on hate mail sent to one of your residents. My heart skipped a beat.

Reading excerpts from these letters was an ugly throwback for me. I've come so far since that day we met at Pride, when I'd only ever seen three lesbians, that I'd all but forgotten the oh-so-familiar words threatening you on those pages.

Most disturbing to me was the sender's conjecture that if a woman had public sex with a goat at your city hall, you would likely honor her with a statue.

Oh yes, the bestiality argument: the disgusting, misguided notion that consensual sex between two adults of the same gender is tantamount to screwing an animal, and in this case, in public to boot. I've heard this so many times, and it still sends chills down my spine.

Incidentally, I'll never understand why it always seems to be a goat, either. That's not what the G in LGBTQ+ stands for. I digress.

The beautiful thing about you, Ferndale, is that you publicly condemned this hate without hesitation. Your mayor, Dave Coulter, denounced the sender as an "anonymous coward," proclaiming that hateful acts like this would only serve to strengthen your inclusivity. Your police, proprietors, and residents stood with him.