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Date: January 24, 2011 01:13PM
This week I'm celebrating an odd anniversary - the two year mark of my return to Utah. It was unthinkable that I would ever live here since even visits were difficult. But my daughter and grandkids are here and I wanted to have some time with them, so I came for a visit. And decided to stick around for awhile.
I've long been an activist in the world of all things gay and mormon and continue to maintain a website called Gay Mormon Stories wherein first person stories are shared from people all over the planet. The devastation in people's lives by the mormon cult makes it impossible for me to turn away even though I'd be really happy to never hear or see the word mormon again a day in my life. I'm one of the lucky ones - I got out alive almost 30 years ago and have managed to create a wonderful life away from that cult that's untouched by its darkness and bigotry. Not everyone is so lucky and even in this moment there are those who are barely holding on. I keep my voice alive and strong for them.
Over the past 30 years or so I've been privvy to the stories of gay and lesbian mormons and their families whose lives have been destroyed by the cult of mormonism. The depths of the heartache are almost impossible to conceive and I've had to learn to keep all of that sectioned into a manageable place; it's either that or die of a broken heart listening to it all. Though somewhat innured to the pain of others I don't take it lightly and nor do I ever dismiss it as being "somebody else's problem."
In the two years I've been back in Utah the experience has gone from hearing about the stories in letters, emails or phone calls to witnessing it all first hand and in person. There are triumphs to be sure, as with a large mormon family who have a gay son and who have rallied around him with extraordinary caring and love - determined that no way on earth are they ever going to lose him. It presents them with a challenge that's hard for most people to comprehend: "Do we choose him, our brother and son, or do we go with the church's condemnation of him?" I've never seen more love being invested even though the conundrum is almost overwhelming. The church makes people choose and it's not the kind of a choice that most are capable of; the default position is usually the church so the gay son or daughter is tossed to the wolves and the family starts to die.
Over and over and over again, a family here and a family there is destroyed through the cult's unwillingness to behave in a Christlike manner. This has been my journey through the trenches of the gay mormon experience - one heartbreaking story after another. But I'm seeing hope in families like the amazing one that refuses to give up their precious son and toss him to the wolves.
On the other hand I also am reminded almost daily of what goes on here in Utah with so many gay married mormon men who are constantly beating the bushes looking for some relief. The stories are legendary and any of us who have ever been gay and mormon in Utah know them well. (Or have been a part of them.) It's an amazing phenomenon for example, that the gay bars in Salt Lake have their best nights of the year when general conference is in session. Parking in the vicinity of the gay bars on Saturday nights when the priesthood sessions let out is virtually impossible. Better to get ahold of Cabbie and grab a taxi.
It would be one thing if guys were just pulling each other's garments off looking for sex, but in the process lives are destroyed when someone is caught or brings home an STD. Horniness makes fools of all of us late in the night. When I arrived in Utah two years ago I made a solemn promise to myself that I would not have anything to do with anybody who was married or in any way still connected to the cult. When I lived here in the late seventies I screwed anything that moved without regard for gender or marital status. And it was a mess. That was 30 years ago and I've long since moved on from that kind of desperation. I knew what the lay of the land was when I got here two years ago so I steeled myself against it.
But then along comes this guy and I'm thinking, "Wow, he's so much everything I want in a companion; he's handsome and intelligent and talented and socially graceful. And he likes me!" And then the story unfolds and I'm thinking to myself, is it really possible that this kind of pathology still persists in Utah mormons? Could this still really be going on 30 years later when people of this much substance are still living buried back in the very back of that lightless closet?
Gay mormon men learn to pass for straight by careful cultivation of those traits that fool the unaware. And by being really good liars. But they only fool the ones they need to fool to keep the recommend. The rest of us are beguiled by the astonishing obviousness of their homosexuality. I looked at this beautiful guy a couple of weeks ago and thought to myself, "There is no way on earth he's still doing the mormon thing." But he is. And it has poisoned his thinking so much that he's actually begun to believe his own lies.
So yes, pull the garments back on after you've had sex and go home and back to the lie. Splinter off the part of you that just had sex with another dude and pretend it isn't there or that it isn't what it really is. The problem with lies is that you have to remember which ones you told to whom and then make sure that the extensions of each lie are consistent with the original one. It gets complicated.
Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practise to deceive.
At every turn I see either the deep pathological effects of mormonism on gay men and lesbians or I see the hope contained in a family that will not turn their sons and daughters away anymore. The thing grinds on and some are destroyed in the process and others lifted up on shoulders and carried to safety. In a very real way it's not my problem. I cannot fix anybody, nor do I want to. But I do believe that my voice can help somebody somewhere who needs a hand reached out to them before the trigger is pulled on the gun.
When we walk away from the cult it's tempting to want to never look back. I go through that all the time. But there are those back there who are hurting and need a life preserver tossed to them somehow. It's not heroism at all. I think the instinct to help is innate in all of us - the difference being in the way we respond to it.
So I came back to the place I never thought in a million years I'd come back to and have had an absolutely amazing experience being here. I've published two coffee table books of my photographic work shot on location here, taken my grandkids to see the buffalo on Antelope Island in the snow and met some of the most beautiful people I've ever known. There's a motherlode of good in Utah inspite of the cult that dominates the landscape. Maybe it was time to be reminded of why what I do is so important.
When the fire burns speak up. There are some really beautiful people still stuck and I truly believe they're worth reaching out to.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 01/24/2011 02:21PM by Susan I/S.