Saturday, September 13, 2014

Questions I wouldn't ask in Elders Quorum

I recently got a question in the comments section that I felt I should answer. 

The question has the dreaded M word in it, so if that is offensive to you, stop reading and think of pink pony's or granite counter-tops. Here's the question:

(A)re there a lot of you who are gay and Mormon and not having sex? Do you masturbate? Do you think you will be healed in the next life? Will there be sex in the next life?

That is the question.  Not really something for Elders Quorum, is it?  I do prefer real questions in priesthood meeting, but this may be a little too much even for me..

But what a good question for GayMormonMan/PriesthodMen!  I am happy to answer especially since I am using a pseudonym.

(A)re there a lot of you who are gay and Mormon and not having sex?  

Frankly, I have been in both categories.  I have been gay all my life and I have been a Mormon for all my life.  I have been sexually active with men, and I have been not sexually active and trying to maintain morally cleanliness -- took a lot of cleaning, BTW.  

Due to the responses we have had here on the blog and to my e-mail, etc., I would say that there are many who relate to what this blog is about - trying to be worthy to hold the priesthood regardless of one's sexual attraction/disposition. 

From the lifestyle I led while I was sexually active with men, I would also say that there are many guys who are Mormon and are in the closet - with various levels of sexual activity.  I am not thrilled with the many who are closet enough that they are having sex with guys and are pretending to be recommend worthy, but I suppose its better than being dead or a Ute fan.

For the record, I am not having sex with men, and I strive to keep hold of my temple recommend honestly.

Do you masturbate? 

Um...yes. I know that it's a gateway drug and all of that.  I don't do it as much as when I was younger -- how could I and have any life or get anything else done whatsoever.   I don't "M" as much when I really feel connected to other humans, but, yes, I do.

Do you think you will be healed in the next life? 

Generally, yes.  I believe this with all my heart.  However, I have no idea what this will look like.  Will I become an straight, plaid wearing, but smacking alpha male?  I would say no.  Will I be the Calvin Thompson that Heavenly Father had in mind when he created me?  Yes. And I believe that I will get there a lot faster if I keep his commandments.

Will there be sex in the next life?

I have no clue. I know that there will be creation and creating and creativity, but I don't know if that includes sex.

There.  Those are my answers.  Do you, dear reader, have an answer?  Please leave your responses in the comments.  You can do so anonymously and there is no repercussion. This can be something we all learn from.

Friday, September 5, 2014

Dog day afternoon on the overpass by Geneva Road

This is not a gay post, even though the reference is a fairly gay movie.

Our dog was hit by a car today. No, she was not a gay dog, but she did have a rhinestone collar.

I was required to go and get the body -- something you don't really think about when you adopt that adorable puppy and put it under the tree for your son to unwrap at Christmas. 

I took it to the county animal shelter where they would dispose of it for ten dollars. That sounds a bit insensitive, but we do not live in an area where we could bury her on our land.  

Meg the Wonder Dog and friend
The place where I grew up was a virtual pet cemetery - something we neglected to tell the new owners.  (Won't that be a fun day for Mr. and Mrs. Just-bought-a-lot-of-land. "Yes, honey, we'll just put this new tree right here by this large stone and... Ar-ugh!".)

Numerous dogs, cats, gerbils, two and a half lambs (don't ask), chickens, several other birds, assorted aquarium fish, bunnies a hedgehog and something that died in our pond that we never could identify. 

North Shelly, Idaho. Probably not a good place to be around Halloween.

That's it. No startling revelations. Just a firm reminder that there is more to this life than we can see, and that is hugely comforting to me -- not just that Meg the Wonder Dog will go on, but that we as a family will go on as well.  

And so will everyone -- and all the friends we have made and the myriad of friends we have yet to make and those friends and family we had so long ago that we have forgotten.  

We all will have the chance to go on and live wonderfully and have marvelous existences.

Doesn't help me from shedding a few tears for Meg the Wonder Dog, however.

Monday, September 1, 2014

The good humor man

I Know this is slightly off the current trend, but I needed to take the time to grieve in a way that wouldn't put me out of commission for a month.  This topic may be use and abused by now, and I apologize for that.

I would be lying if I said that I liked Robin Williams as well as the next guy.  I liked him a little more than normal.  He was one of my heroes -- and let me tell you why*.

It wasn't for his mania, his bouncing around from wall to furniture, or his insane line of thought. Frankly, watching him when he had free reign was a bit frighting. I was often on edge just watching him.  His energy was like gorillas on crack and, and it made me nervous.  

I, maybe more than your average Joe, know that for every brilliant and charming moment he had on live television, interviews or award shows, he had an equally sad moment out of the public eye.  The world loved him for his mania.  Would we have loved him as much if we had seen the down side?

I say yes.  I believe that is the reason I felt a connection with him.  I knew what the rest of his life was.

In fact, we my have found a way to relate to him in a more complete way if the world had known the madness behind the mania.

In the same way, I admire those who have a down side.  Those who are dealing with a challenge that only "comes out" when the door to the outside closes and locks.  The down side looks so different for everyone, but everyone deals and tries to heal.  Please let Robins death re-affirm that we are not as alone as it seems.

Robin Williams gave us so much to laugh at ourselves about, and in the end, what did we give back?  I hope it was love and appreciation.  I hope we all said to him when we saw him on the street, or walking his dog, or in the grocery store how much we appreciated what he gave us -- a humorous perspective on humanity.

*Quote from Bird Cage

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