Anyone??

Sorry, not much.
I got my garmies about 3 months before leaving on my mission. I did get a few priesthood-holder-feel-ups (hand on shoulder near neck, feeling for the garmie neckline) in the short time before I left, but that was it.

Within a month of coming home from the mission, I was no longer wearing them, and didn't go anywhere mormons would check (with one exception, see the thread on "no inspiration").

I hear BYU RMs got it the worst...hopefully some will comment!

This thread immediately brought back all of the 'garment-check' moments I suffered at the hands (literally) of my mother-in-law. She had a super-special way of greeting all of her kids and in-laws and ascertaining if they were 'street legal' at the same time.

She would lean in for a hug, put both hands over the top of our shoulders, and then softly masssage our upper back shoulders until she could feel the telltale garment bindings -or lace, if you were female. Oh, how I hated that maneuver. Every. Single. Time...

I'll never forget the first time she felt me up and realized I was 'going rogue'. The look on her face was priceless! Of course, being the passive-aggressive champ that she was, she never mentioned a thing, but made damn sure I paid for my transgression whenever she could from that time on. Fortunately, by that point I was pretty much impervious to anything she said or did.

I have also had similar experiences by/with acquaintances at church meetings; but nothing has ever come close to the creepiness factor of those 'loving embraces'.

Back about the time when I escaped from the morg-pit of doom I happened to run into a member of the bishoprick at the grocery store. He patted me on the shoulder in good natured banter, and then felt for the tell-tale garment hem around the neck. It wasn't there. He gave me an all knowing look but didn't say a word.

Can still remember meeting an old friend at a basketball game. He sits right next to me and rubs my kness asking how things were. Creepy asshole!

I left the church twenty years ago but stopped wearing garments before leaving the sheepfold. I find myself checking for telltale signs of garment wearing so that I know with whom I am dealing. It gives you an advantage especially if you are dealing with a jerk. I able to get rid of an obnoxious salesman once by asking him if he was Mormon. He asked how I knew and I told him that I could tell he was wearing garments. I then told him that we left the church years before and he finally took the hint that he had no sale so left.

My former mother-in-law and the rest of my ex's creepy TBM relatives used to do a visual check for garment lines at family gatherings. Lots of nasty gossip and backbiting went on at those gatherings (which were held for every friggin holiday, birthday, and church milestone in the entire extended family -- damn near every weekend, and they always lasted several hours).

Once I figured out TSCC wasn't true and shed the g's, I delighted in wearing loose, thick clothing to family events, through which the telltale lines could neither be seen nor felt. It was great fun to watch them try, though!

It never ceases to amaze me that there are people who will not only judge other people by what underwear they think the others are wearing but will actually feel them up to find out.

In the world I grew up in anybody doing that is more or less committing sexual assault, at least with the groping bit. The other is still so inappropriate I lack words.

Not garment police per say but an older woman in my ward was walking up some church steps behind me and she remarked how short my skirt was so I told her to stop looking up my skirt if it bothered her so much.

That got her really flustered because she was a wealthy woman who's husband had been the Bishop for a while and was used to
people talking orders from her while bowing and curtseying.
I'm not a bower or a curtseyer.

Saucie, you rock!

Wish I'd been there, we coulda had us some FUN!

I know Doxi !!!!!!! We could have caused so much trouble together.. Fun times .

Looking forward to walking up some stairs behind you, saucie...:)

ificouldhietokolob Wrote:
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> Looking forward to walking up some stairs behind
> you, saucie...:)


Hahahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahah Should I wear my day glo thong panties??????

I never got to the wearing garments stage but had I, uninvited touching would have been a huge issue. Warnings and threatened violence may have ensued.

RB



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Do U Remember:
The garmie feel-up ... for the old one-piecers was around the waist for the tell-tale seam?

My idea for a reality show: "Find the Mormons"

Five different people are dropped off in a large metropolitan
area where none of them had ever been before. They are to find
as many Mormons in the area as they can, but they can't ask
anyone if they're a Mormon; they have to do it all by
surreptitious garment checks.

After a week whoever has identified the most Mormons wins.
Being arrested is automatic disqualification.

Haha. You really should pitch this to come studio. Considering what else is on the television I think you'd have a shot.

I think the boys on South Park do a pretty good job of lampooning the MORmONS.

A few months after I had resigned, we were on a walk in the neighborhood passing DW's home teacher's house. He and his wife were outside and hailed us, and we went over. While smiling and laughing and small-talking, he clapped his hand around my neck and kind of massaged it for a few seconds, but then went for the middle of my wife's back and rubbed his hand all around for at least 30 seconds. I don't know what he would have gained from knowing I was wearing a T-shirt, since garments come with crew necks, but he might have been wondering whether my wife was wearing her garments or not. Either way, it was kind of in appropriate, because of the unnecessary massaging between DW's shoulder blades. People tell me that's a way of garment-checking women. After all, you likely wouldn't want to pull up her skirt or put your hand on her leg.

I wish some MORmON would attempt to feel me up in this manner...that could lead to some fun like what Doxi and saucie were talking about!! :) -edzachery

Non-mos in Provo use masking tape to make their own garment hem lines. Works great at dances.

A: The Mormon set.

Q: In what set of values is it considered morally superior to try to covertly discern another person's underwear design by touching, rather than by asking the question?



In asking, you don't get

The feeling Mormon, the feel-up mormon touching garment seams there alls well in my world everyone is weird like me not weird at all then i hate these things everyone must comply ahhhhhhh sister your seams feel so good to me let me feel your seams my control is complete

...next, please.

All I can think is "Misery Loves Company".

After graduating and discarding garments, I went back to Provo for a "BYU wedding" and every one I had known previously was there. The rumors were flying about me having left their church.

I caught sight of a group of girls all talking amongst themselves and sneaking glances at me. Finally one of them was apparently chosen to find out and she came over and practically molested me with the garment check, rubbing my neck, arm, and back. Very thorough, and she had no shame. I think she was one step away from just ripping my shirt open to have a look. She is now the wife of a mission president.

What do Politicians do in Utah when they're behind in the polls?

Wear thinner shirts!

Is this peculiar to Utah? I'm in Europe and the only time I've ever experienced it was from a mission president's wife. Strange behaviour.

Hamster

Here's one from the Provo Temple.

While at the MTC with an absolute jerk for a companion, [but that will be another story on another day] we were doing endowment sessions on our P-day. I had had enough, but the comp and another set wanted to do iniatories. I did NOT. So I told them that I would wait in the lobby. I even had re-dressed into the suit [which was required to walk across the street]. So I'm sitting there and a temple higher up freaked out. "Where's your companion? You can't sit here. Do you want Satan to tempt you?"

I really wanted to tell him off about being tempted inside "the Lord's house" but another guy had arrived to find out what was going on. It was going to be an uphill fight so I told them about working in the iniatories. So I re-rented another set of temple clothing. They waited outside the dressing room to make sure that me [Elder Reluctance] made it back to my companion. I was personally escorted to where men were going around in circles; partly in the nude.

So we had to get naked and put on our garments over and over. I kept letting my bottoms fall to the floor and I was told nicely only once. "Don't let your garment touch the floor." After that they thought I was doing it deliberately. One cranky bastard was getting pissed. He actually raised his voice; "You keep doing that on purpose. We've already told you not to permit the garment to come in contact with the floor." I had a terrible smirk that was not helping the matter.

A cooler head prevailed and spoke up. "Elder, you've done enough work. Go get changed and wait in the lobby. Your companion will be finished shortly." I returned to lobby after changing. I was smart not to wear my nametag. The brother that started the conundrum walked over with a clipboard in hand. I spoke up "Before you say a word, they requested for me to wait quietly here."

He smiled and said, "We need to update our files. I don't see your nametag. May I have your name?"

"Sure, I am Elder Winston. I am going to Miami, but I leave next week. Hey, I am not in any trouble?"

"No, of course not. I would like to pass on some praise to your MTC Branch President though."

"His name is Brother Snow."

I lied and gave him wrong names. And I never went back. I just conveniently became ill on the remaining 2 p-days before leaving for Texas.