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For all of my adult life, I have been a part of one organization or another that was against homosexuals. Right out of high school, it was the military. A couple of months after I got out of the military, it was the Mormons. After reading a couple of recent posts about the topic, I decided that I’d weigh in on it.

Live and let live. That is my opinion about homosexuality. I have never been close to anyone who was openly gay. I had a great friend in high school who everyone suspected was gay. He hung out with girls. We would talk for hours on end about nothing in particular. He never had a girlfriend that anyone knew about. He never tried to sex me. That last point is actually pretty important because I was an easy lay.

But, even though everyone else claimed that they ‘knew’, I always came back with, “So what if he is?” I never came out and asked him about it. Why should I? It wasn’t any of my business. If he wanted to share that very personal information with me, he would. The point of it all is that I didn’t care either way. He was my friend and that was all that mattered.

I was 17 when I joined the Army. I was surrounded by people who were much older than me and who obviously knew much more than me. My opinions didn’t change, I just learned to keep them to myself. I think I am a pretty reasonable person. I don’t have too many strong opinions. Shit, I don’t really have too many opinions. And the ones I do have are pliable. The truth is, I really don’t care enough about most things to take a stand. And even some things that I do care about, I don’t take a stand on. Most of the time, it’s not worth it. I mean, everyone is entitled to their opinion, even if it is ignorant.

So, when I joined the Mormons, I had already been in the practice of keeping my mouth shut about that subject. It’s in the lessons, it’s in the church magazines, it’s in the pamphlets, it’s even in the Bible! Homosexual is bad. God doesn’t love the gay people. If you do gay things, you’re going to be destroyed. I believed in the church, so I guess that meant that I had to believe that other stuff. I don’t know if I so much believed it as I just let everyone else around me think I did.

A couple of times, I would find myself talking to a very good  Mormon friend who has some homosexual family members. So many times, I would find myself deferring to her because she had family members who were gay. Of course she knew more than me. Of course her opinion was more valid than mine. What did I know?

Bullshit! I know plenty.

I know that it doesn’t matter to me who a person chooses to love. Whether it’s someone of the same sex or opposite sex, what matters is how that person treats other people.

I know that it’s not the end of the world if one of my kids comes to me and tells me that he/she is homosexual. However, I don’t want any of them coming to me telling me that they’re even SEXUAL because they are kids for goodness sake. I’ll tell them to leave the sex for the adults. When they’re adults, then they have my permission to be any kind of sexual they wanna be.

I know that I love my kids and accept them for who they are NO MATTER WHAT! Unless they start eating baby kittens. I might draw the line there, because that’s just wrong!

I believe that people aren’t ‘turned gay’ or that they choose to be gay. They either are or they aren’t.

I believe that people need to get over it! Homosexuality isn’t a new thing. You didn’t hear so much about it because people were afraid. People still are afraid. They are still suffering because it’s acceptable to discriminate and make fun of them. THAT’S NOT OK!! It’s not any more OK to disrespect someone for being homosexual than it is to disrespect them for being black. Or a woman. Or ugly. People can’t help how they were born.

That’s it. I have been starting and stopping this post for the past three days. I’m glad it’s finally done. Now it’s your turn. Tell me what you think.

 

 

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I never have been. I guess you could say I grew up Catholic. I did the first Holy Communion thing, but that was really it. I attended CCD for a year or two, but I had no idea what anything meant. We went to church on Easter occasionally. Then they built a new Baptist church right down the street from our house. We stopped going to mass, and started going there. And by going there, I mean the one time a year.

I didn’t grow up in a home where we talked about God. Well, that’s not true. We said, “Oh my God!” pretty frequently, so I guess we called upon God all the time. But I don’t think that’s the same. We spoke of Jesus in quite the same way. As in, “Jesus Christ! You’ve gotten big!” So, I knew that God and Jesus had something to do with one another. I knew the Christmas story, but that’s all it was to me. Just a story.

The first time I had to officially declare my religion was when I joined the Army. They make you tell them so they can put it on your id tags. Ya know, in case you get killed so they can give you a proper burial. Well shit! I didn’t know what to say. So I said Atheist. I didn’t believe in God, at least I didn’t think I did. So what ? I did go to church during basic training, though. Know why?

  1. It got me out of extra chores around the barracks.
  2. I got to talk to the guys in the other companies. (1993, female and male companies were segregated)
  3. Drill sergeants weren’t all up in our asses.

Fast forward 5 years. I’m married and expecting my second child. My husband and I decide we need God in our lives. We both ended up joining the Mormons. I had to be taught about everything about Jesus. I was completely clueless. I didn’t understand it. At. All. It didn’t really make sense to me. I didn’t have any faith. I didn’t know how to have faith. Then they told me about the parable of the mustard seed in Alma 32. I decided that it was good enough to just want to believe in it.  I mean, why not? I was supposed to believe in God, wasn’t I? I hadn’t ever even imagined any of the stuff the missionaries were told me. As of that point, I believed this: You’re born, you live, you die. That’s it. That was all I knew. That was all I had ever experienced. So we joined. It worked for us for a long time. You’ve read the old blog? Right? No? Why the hell not? 1, 2, 3.

I guess the point of all this is that I don’t think I ever really believed in ‘God’. It just never made sense to me that there is some heavenly being out there that is keeping tabs on the good things and the bad things I do in my life. And if I don’t do the right good things, then I will be punished and eternally tormented. I can’t wrap my head around the belief that there is an imaginary person who controls the world and its people and their lives. I always had a problem with the micromanaging Mormon god. (I read that term on someone’s blog and I can’t remember who) I mean, does god really care how many earrings I wear, how many tattoos I have, what kind of underwear I wear? Doesn’t he have more important things to worry about?

And I don’t believe in Santa either. I mean, Satan. Sorry. ‘Tis the Christmas season. Oh yeah, Satan. I don’t believe that shit either. Really? There’s this evil spirit that is on the prowl to capture souls and drag men around with his evil heavy chains making them submit to his will. Yeah, ok, suuure.

So, I’m not religious. I don’t believe in god. Big fuckin’ deal. You should be glad that you’re friends with someone who makes choices based on her own conscience, and not because it would make the god happy. You should also be glad that you know someone who takes responsibility for her own choices and actions, and doesn’t blame satan  for the ‘sinful‘ things she does and feels. Also, be glad that you have a friend who is open  minded, nonjudgemental (unless you use old t-shirts to wipe your ass), uninhibited, and real.

I don’t care if you are Mormon. I don’t care if you believe in god. I don’t care if you believe in faries that live in your garden. Are you honest? Are you kind? Are you respectful? I care if you can answer yes to those questions. That’s what really matters to me. What matters to you?

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This is a loaded question. The other night, Mr. Tex and I were bantering about his tongue, and I mentioned that my finger works pretty well too. He seems to think that he has cornered the market on multiple orgasms, but I disagree. I’ve gotten pretty good at it.

Not that I masturbate regularly. I wouldn’t even say that I do it occasionally. It’s more like rarely. I can’t even say that I remember the last time I did it. My point is that I do. And that I am pretty efficient at it. If you know what I mean. And I’m not ashamed to admit it.

One time, while chatting it up with some of my Mormon mofos, I learned that some of them never experienced an orgasm. HUH?? These girls had been married for at least a couple years. They all had at least one or two kids.  And they never had the big ‘O’? They wanted to know how to tell if they had  the- ohhh, ooohhHH, OOOOOHHHHHH!!!

Describing how to tell if you’ve had an orgasm is like describing salt.

I suggested they get some quiet alone time, some lube, and ‘discover’ what felt good to them. They needed to explore what sensations felt good to them so that they could tell/show their husbands what they liked. I’m stepping up on my soapbox now and it’s going to get loud because I am shouting with my megaphone, so please excuse me.

HOW THE HELL DO YOU EXPECT TO HAVE A SATISFYING SEXUAL EXPERIENCE IF YOU DON’T TAKE CONTROL OF IT YOURSELF? MEN DON’T HAVE VAGINAS. THEY DON’T HAVE A CLITORIS. WHY DO YOU EXPECT HIM TO KNOW HOW TO TOUCH IT IN SUCH A WAY THAT YOU FIND PLEASURABLE? THAT’S FUCKING UNFAIR OF YOU TO RESENT YOUR HUSBAND FOR NOT SATISFYING YOU. YOU ARE A SILLY CLUELESS WOMAN TO WITHHOLD SEX FROM HIM BECAUSE HE’S NOT ‘GOOD IN BED’. WOMEN HAVE THE POWER TO MAKE THEIR MAN GOOD IN BED. USE THAT POWER!

Brandi had a letter on her blog recently about a woman who ‘endured’ 8 years of sex with her husband until recently when she read some awesome posts about the subject. I believe that there are some really deep issues with Mormons and sex. One issue is that people don’t talk about it. At all. It’s considered ‘inappropriate’. Fuck that word. OK? It’s inappropriate to drown kittens. It’s inappropriate to scream ‘FIRE!’ in a crowded theater if there is not an actual fire. Sex is not inappropriate when two consenting adults are doing it. It’s not inappropriate to talk about it in the context of two consenting adults having it. It’s not inappropriate if you like the way it feels. It’s not inappropriate to think about having it. It’s not inappropriate to want it to feel good. Why should anyone do anything that doesn’t make them feel good while they are doing it? Whether it’s serving someone who is in need or eating a good meal or drinking a good glass of wine or having good sex, life is too short to not enjoy it.

Another issue I have discovered Mormons have is that they don’t ‘know’ what sexual activities are OK to engage in. Is oral sex fine? What about anal sex? What about ‘personal massagers’? Do I have to be lying on my back? We (and I am including myself in this group because, well, I am still a part of the group) are told what to do about everything else, right? How many earrings you should have, how long your skirt should be, whether you can wear tank tops or not, how many (or not) tattoos you should have, what underwear to wear, what you shouldn’t drink, what kind of movies you shouldn’t watch, who you should be friends with-the list goes on and on and on. Is it any real surprise that people don’t ‘know’ what kind of sex they should have? And since it’s ‘inappropriate’ to discuss it, how do they find out if what they want to do is fine? And the circle continues…

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