I had zero doubts about mormonism as a lad. While I knew my personal bathroom habits were going to keep me from becoming a ghawd (hint: ghawds don't jerk off), I did harbor the notion that if that were my only twisted, gross, demonic perversion, I still might be able to be a servant in the CK, although I'd go home at night to my place in the Terrestial Kingdom, with all the other 'couldn't keep their hands off themselves' losers.

In the late 50s and early 60s, mormonism had ALL the answers! No one else knew Where we came from, Why we were here, & Where we were going!! Just the mormons!!!

But in the meantime, and mostly because all the best porn was in books, I was becoming a reader. And while porn was fun, sometimes they put facts in between porn scenes. Lady Chatterley's Lover was actual literature and used words like vituperative, ribaldry, strumpet, harlequin ...

And a lot of times, when I was satiated, I would read sci/fi. As an only child, before I got my driver's license, all I did was read. So I had a noggin full of earthly delights and gospel doctrines.

And then I went to the temple... or as they say, "Through the Temple". I "took out my endowments" and got my secret name.

For me there was no 1st tap of Hammer on Chisel. The temple did it for me in one fell swoop (Lady Chatterley's Lover, again!).

My reading habits survived the temple, as did my masturbatory proclivities (LCL, again!) and my overall conservatism. I was still a 'mormon' in the cultural sense, but I was on the road to not being interested in any ghawd, although I might've been interested in a ghawdess...

I went on a mission, then to the Y and got temple-married, became an EQP, all as a cultural mormon, speaking fluent 'mormon' and being able to pass as a believer. But I wasn't.

I finally bailed when being a mormon was just too dad-blamed inconvenient. But I never did smoke (anything), do drugs or drink for effect. ...did I mention masturbation???

I enjoyed mormonism, except you really can't do it well if you spend much time in your own brain, which is a polite way of saying that in order to do mormonism well, you have to be slightly comatose in the head.

I can understand how people fight to keep the point of view that mormonism is inerrant, but that's got to be a really difficult battle! I literally do not know what process is involved that allows people to say, "I know the church is true..." I can guess at why they say it, but not how they could actually know it and mean it.

If mormonism went the way of the Dodo, (not that it already hasn't!) 99% of the world would not give a whit.




(sorry for discussing mormonism so close to the election!)

What part of Mormonism was first to chip? Why, Min's erection of course. That thang is long gone.

How could you miss that?!



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You get no salsa with that chip, Gladys!

'Twasn't I, dear Jesus, who chipped mini-Min.

For that you'd better look to Scat or one of the other Egyptologists who are no longer permitted in the museum.

And didn't some woman recently admit to having stolen fragments from Pompeii decades ago only now, guilt-ridden, to return the pieces? Perhaps you could oversee the joyful reunion of Min and mini-min.



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I can't believe I had to look up inerrant. Geez. There are too many words that I never learned in Sunday School where I learned the only words that are useful.


On my mission a nice guy at the door asked me after I bore my testimony, " I don't doubt you believe that, feel that, but how do you know it isn't just something you worked yourself up into?"

Chip!

Made me remember begging on my knees for a testimony before the mission and finally settled for a few raised hairs up the back of the neck---probably from fasting--rather than hold out for the bosom on fire.

I kept on keepin' on but in the end SWK made the fight to keep the point of view that Mormonism is inerrant impossible. Thank you Spencer.

It's interesting that you mention raised hairs on the back of your neck. I'm told that's how EOD's ear hairs got their start.

From then on, it was off to the races.

Oooh!

Tao gonna get you!


TAO! TAO!!


did you hear that ricochet...?

Don't knock the ear hair! It could save your life one day!

Trapped in freezing weather, EOD could knit a sweater and not freeze to death.

Drowning in water, I could fashion an ear hair flotilla and keep my head above water.

Whach'you gonna do?

> Whach'you gonna do?

At this point I think I'm going to vomit.

What part of mormonism took a hit first? Oh oh oh, I was so very sure it was true, maybe I was told just one thousand too many times how true the church was. I really detested the (sneaky way) gatherings thought to be normal were always full (I mean totally) full of all LDS folks. I also took subtle notice of how the bretheren knew they were in a sex cult without ever ever ever making acknowledgments in any way shape or form. You couldn't really detect even a wink, all you knew as a testosterone laden lad some mormons got multiple wives in the old days! Who's to say it wasn't coming back?

There isn't a day that goes by where I'm ever grateful to be out.

Well before baptism as a child...

Convert TBM dad tells me the Joseph Smith story...CHIP

Tells me I must believe and live church teachings the rest of my life...CRACK

Repeats this as I grow and rebel as a child...BROKEN

Retry in early 20's...

Enjoyed mission....

Lasted a couple years after that, disliking every minute...

Left the rubble pile of chips for good.

And as far as chips go....I wanted mine to fall as far away from the old block as possible.

No hammer & chisel in my case. Just gradual erosion.

Honestly, I don't think I ever really believed. From the time I was little I grew up with Sinners, people of several ethnicities and GASP a gay couple. They were good people that cared about others and were kind to me. The Sinners put great value on education too and because of them I was a crazy early reader and that gave me the world. Then on the other hand, the self proclaimed Saints. Judgmental, selfish. Small of mind and spirit. They said horrible things about the Sinners, gave me nightmares. When you are a quiet child people forget you are around and show their true colors. More nightmares from my bat crap crazy Grandmother taking me out to MMM and getting very graphic about what went on there and why it was good and just. Sorry, but I don't think God wanted people to be killed like that. And what kind of responsible adult subjects a four year old to that? When I found out about what went on in the temple at age 8/9 it was all over. I already had seen the ridiculous costumes. But really, secret handshakes? Secret names? Old dudes and a curtain? Strangers oiling you up? Just too too stupid. But telling Bat Crap Crazy Grandma I knew all about it? PRICELESS :)

You are so lucky to have been exposed to so much at such a young age AND be able to see it for what it is. You were a child prodigy of cognitive next to me who was a child prodigy of the naivite.

As someone raised in an all Mormon town, even all Mormon county, who then went on Mission followed by BYU, the moving to SoCal and suddenly being part of a the most diverse community ever was my true baptism. A whole bunch of people who represented EVERYTHING and all of them wondering what the hell a Mormon even was and not really caring if they ever got the answer. Priceless.