A bunch of LDS YSAs were gathering at a drown rock
quarry. A yearly ritual where we throwing
our bodies off giant cliffs, and plunging ourselves into deep murky water. I was not sure I was up to a day “I haven’t
seen you at church?” but I was eager to try out my new swimming suit. A bikini!
I was going to this activity and I was not going to pretend I was Mormon
any more. After doing a few death
defying dives I wonder over to meet the others.
I was standing there trying to see if any girls would give me the
“sinner” look. Ha ha ha! That’s right
ladies I have BOOBs and I’m not afraid to use them.
While I was standing looking for reactions, some guy came
over and started talking to me. “Ha ha,”
I thought, “Wrong way buddy. Not interested. Take your strength of youth
pamphlet else ware.” We exchanged words
back and forth. When RECORD SCRATCH
He said, “Well I used to be Mormon but I’m not anymore.”
Suddenly a man whose name I had already forgotten had my
undivided attention. It was Elder Price!
Needless to say we spent the rest of the day
together. In fact he wanted me to hang
out with him the next day. He was eager
to talk to me. I felt a little uneasy
about this. I know, I know, two blog post ago I was fantasizing about
running away with Elder Price (see: Book of Mormon Musical) but now having him
standing right in front of me... I don’t know. See I had been handling things on my own sort
of. Though on the outside I looked cool
and collected underneath I’m fragile. I
do not like the feeling of being vulnerable. I knew that there was no way I could hide that
from him.
I drove over to meet him with my guitar. He played me a song he wrote about leaving
the church and I played him a comedy song I wrote about Utah. We talked for hours. I can’t tell you how wonderful it felt to be
truly understood. Our stories were so
similar. It was like we already knew
each other. Yes he was attractive but that
didn’t even cross my mind. As we were
joking around he made a comment along the lines of “maybe I will see you naked
tonight?” It never occurred to me that
he might have been serious. When we did
start making out I realized something very strange. There was no red light. No church authorities threatening to take away
my temple recommend. I also discovered
that I am not afraid of a penis anymore.
I did not have sex with him and I never will. He is more like a mentor to me. That and he asked another girl out in front
of me like a day later. Regardless I
hope to maintain a friendship with this man.
“How long did it take you to get over the whole church thing?”
I asked him
“ha, I’m still not over it.” he said
“I was hoping it could get it over with in like 5 months,
maybe 3 if I worked really hard,” I said
“This isn't school. You can't graduate out of Mormonism. You need to just relax. You go
out to bars, ware tube tops, and sware because you feel like you have to prove
something. Like that you never were
Mormon. It doesn’t work like that.”
I drove away pisst at
him. “He doesn’t know me. When I was 14 I had major back surgery. My
first Boyfriend tried to suffocate me.
I cured eating disorder and started a mentor program for woman. I literally survived BYU. Lived in Harlem NYC and fought off a crack
addict. And I just recovered from a legit nervous breakdown like a Boss! I crushed those issues and moved on in record
time. Even my older sister was impressed. She said it took her at least a year to get
where I’m at with the church now. Don’t
sit here and tell me it takes years…please.”
But as I was leaving the city limits I realized I my
a have limit. How long can I keep up this pace? Throwing
myself into foreign situations. Every
beer I drank, every boy I kissed, every show I watch was all to help pull me
out of what I had convinced myself was a toxic environment. It is
all in my head. No one cares if I wear a
bikini. I don’t need to watch the entire series of Sex in the City. I don’t
need to get drunk. I have been throwing myself off cliff after cliff. Putting myself in dangerous situation. Trusting people that are not to be trusted, and
drowning myself in dark bitter feelings.
I have spent so many years feeling guilty for being me, but maybe me is
not so bad after all.
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