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Losing My Soulmate to the Church

April 10, 2019 |

I just can’t accept that an all-loving God would make us gay then tell us that we have to remain alone our entire lives to prove our love and obedience to him.

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Thoughts on the Death of the PoX

April 10, 2019 |

Mourn with me. Stand with me. And then help me strive to make a place for everyone to belong in this Church. We have a long way to go. Let’s get to work.

Gorrión en una rama

Sparrow

April 10, 2019 |

A bird is not an ornithologist; It just is; Living life as itself; Basking in the sun; and eating a morning meal; And singing.

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When Do I Get to Feel Peace Here?

April 10, 2019 |

I do not feel peace as the leaders go back and forth playing with my life and the lives of my LGBTQ friends as they decide whether or not we are worth their consideration.

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Two Degrees off Center: If at First You Don’t Succeed…

April 9, 2019 |

Many of us who grew up in the LDS Church (or any church) remember being taught the simple but important lessons in Primary: Be honest, do the right thing, play nice, and say you’re sorry. We even teach our kids from the womb how to repent.

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We Are Not Lab Rats: An Invitation to Church Leaders

April 9, 2019 |

LGBTQ people are not lab rats. We are not object lessons. We are not Abrahamic Tests. We are real people with real lives and real hearts and real families and real faith. When the most powerful people in an organization use its most vulnerable to “gain experience,” the organization is fundamentally broken.

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My Fallen Sparrow

April 9, 2019 |

I’m drawn to Christ’s pronouncement (Matt 10:29) that not even a sparrow would fall to the ground without our Father knowing it. I grieved for all the fallen among LGBTQ Mormons, with no acknowledgement or expressed concern by the church.

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I Am Old Today

April 9, 2019 |

This aged wisdom of mine smells horrible sometimes, like a really strong, aged blue cheese. I feel horrible and the policies or doctrine or whatever they are, are horrible. I remember all the other doctrinal or policy changes, or whatever you call them, because I was there.

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We Need to Learn to Live in the Paradoxical State of Weeping and Rejoicing

April 9, 2019 |

Some will despise and ridicule us for our work to stop the abuse and then in the same breath praise the abuser who finally listened to us. Activism isn’t about popularity.