With Rusty’s continued indulgence, I’d like to chat a bit about something that’s pretty near to me. I’ve been meaning to write it up in an essay for months… but haven’t yet — trepidation and time conspiring to keep me silent. Perhaps this week, with a little bit of y’all’s help, I’ll put some meat on her bones — flesh-out the line a bit.
You see, I am asked (more than I thought I would be) how it is that I can be both gay and Mormon.
Some of my Mormon friends wonder how a good mormon boy can even countenance such a lifestyle, and a few of my gay friends can barely hide their disdain for a religion that they see as being horribly horribly wrong. And then there are the young men (mostly) who struggle with their orientation and ask me how I do it — how I keep the faith.