Posted by:
tomclark
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Date: April 03, 2012 11:19AM
From time to time I get asked what it's like living in Salt Lake City when I'm so obviously not cut from the Mormon cloth and am vocal in my criticisms of their anti-gay attitudes and practices. Short answer is that I hardly even know the Mormons exist here in Salt Lake anymore. The oft-quoted saying, "When you see crazy coming down the street, cross to the other side" is kind of how it works for me. I don't go looking for them anymore and if I see them headed in my direction, figuratively speaking, I cross the street.
I came to Utah from Los Angeles three years ago to spend some time with my daughter and ended up staying. I didn't want to be in Utah but I wanted to be near my daughter and grandkids more. I knew that my work as an entertainment photographer would be limited in Utah, if not non-existent. What I didn't plan on though was finding so many amazing, interesting and beautiful people to photograph here. I've just published my third book of fine art nudes here with two more on the way. Who could have ever imagined that there'd be so many people eager and willing to get naked for my cameras in Utah? Hundreds of bodies and countless thousands of pictures later I feel like my work here is just getting started as there seems to be an endless supply of people who live blissfully free from the long shadows of the temple spires in downtown Salt Lake City.
If it's true that for every action there's an equal and opposite reaction then nowhere is that more evident than here in Utah where religious and cultural suppression have given birth to a rich and colorful counter culture. Visits to my daughter over the years gave me hints as to what was going on in Utah; and I was intrigued. But it wasn't until I was living here that I began to see how far and wide the alternative spread. The more I became immersed in it the more I realized that this wasn't Brigham's Utah anymore. Sure, it's still frustrating to have to go to a liquor store for a bottle of wine. And having those liquor stores closed on Sundays still gets me a little heated. But in the bigger scheme of things a little planning trumps a little inconvenience.
Truth is, Utah was never Brigham's to begin with. The early Mormon settlers were interlopers who drove the Native Americans out to make room for themselves in a land where they thought they'd be free in perpetuity to pursue their lives without interference. It worked for awhile but Utah is a spectacularly beautiful corner of the world with the Rocky Mountains, the Great Salt Lake, Canyonlands and the vast open deserts drawing unprecedented numbers of adventurists and outdoor sports enthusiasts from around the world. Many come to visit and like me decide to stay.
For whatever dominance the Mormons once had in Utah, it's slowly but surely disappearing from sight. As I wander the streets of Salt Lake City proper I seldom see the telltale signs of garmented Mormons who are in so many ways conspicuously different from those who live more authentic and colorful lives. Unless of course I wander into the area around the temple downtown where their cloned sameness dominates the landscape. By and large though I hardly know the Mormons are here. I don't seek them out of course and at first glance I'm the kind of person they desperately seek to avoid. It's a win win for sure!
I was only born half a Mormon and that half didn't stick. I grew up in Italy where Catholicism ruled and Mormonism barely existed except in my mother's teachings of it to me and my siblings. I gave it a go because that's what I was taught but 30 years ago I left the Mormon thing behind and moved on. It was 30 years ago too that my daughter was born and I began my career as a professional photographer. Back then in the confluence of leaving Mormonism, becoming a dad and starting a new life as a photographer in Hollywood I never could have imagined one day living in Utah. Much less enjoying it so much and doing fine art nudes here like I do.
For me, freedom from religion has meant the ability to create a rich life for myself right on down in the belly of the beast. Although I will always be forthright with my criticisms of Mormons and their anti-gay attitudes I am virtually unaffected by them. I go out into the astonishingly beautiful wildlands of Utah to do my fine art nudes, I spend a lot of time with my daughter and grandkids and I have a close circle of friends with whom any conversation about Mormonism is pretty much non-existent. And I do it all as a blissfully open and free gay guy for whom the word gay seldom if ever comes up. You could call it life on the outside but to me it feels like life on the inside.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 04/03/2012 11:21AM by tomclark.