where I begin to lie

It was the second question he asked. I recently went out with someone I met on an online dating site. I called the night before our date to chat, and right away he said:

"Oh, a Utah number." (okay, who has a land line with regular caller ID these days?!)

"Yeah, I haven't lived there in 5 years, but it's such a pain to change your number."

"Oh so, you grew up in Utah?"

"Yeah"

"Did you grow up Mormon?"

He was easy to talk to and like all first dates we each shared a bit about our lives.
Sure, I grew up in Utah, yes, I grew up Mormon. He was interested and fascinated and we had a great time.

The next night we met at a wine bar. He was cute and there was definitely a spark. I found myself talking easily to him and answering his questions about my background. He seemed genuinely impressed as I told him how I had grown up Mormon but that I had left when I realized it didn't work for me. Questions about my religious background always seem so innocuous at first, and I don't realize how strange they think I am until it's too late and I've already given too much away. Somehow I mentioned that I hadn't tried alcohol til I was 30 (why, why do I say these things?!). Being more savvy than many of my dates, the wheels started turning in his head.

"So if you were 30 when you tried alcohol...then you probably waited a long time for other things..."

Without verbally asking the question, but asking it with his eyes, I knew he was talking about the first time I had sex. I laughed it off, though these conversations always make me uncomfortable. I dodged the question and told him it wasn't a first date conversation. He told me a little bit about a girl he had dated who was in her early thirties and was still a virgin but didn't want to be anymore. He told her that she should find a friend, someone she was comfortable with to try that with, but that he was too old for that and that was too much pressure on him. I've heard virtually the same thing from many guys. Whether you're a virgin or just not very experienced, most guys don't want to deal with the baggage they assume you have.

I don't think it's the strange beliefs I used to hold that men are uncomfortable with. I fit pretty well into the secular, liberal world I live in. I think it's the perceived (and sometimes real) lack of shared experience that guys don't know what do with. That what I was doing in my twenties (or not doing) is different from what other people were doing in their twenties. It must be difficult to relate to. I don't usually have this problem talking with women, which makes me think that for men, it's primarily about sexual experience.

It makes me angry because in church I learned how sex was something to stay away from and that being pure and untouched is a good thing. I followed this and my twenties were sexless and experience-less. Now I find that the biggest liability of all. Who knew that I would have been in a better position if I had started having sex in high school?

I believe in honesty and transparency. Even more so since I left the church. But it is getting me nowhere in the dating realm. I'm tired of answering questions when the answers are never okay, and I'm tired of feeling like a circus freak. I think that I may try a new experiment. Next time I'm asked if I grew up Mormon, the answer is no. And hopefully I'm an interesting enough person without that story. Because I don't think I can keep telling it much longer.

What if my instincts are totally wrong?

One of the biggest lessons I learned in leaving the Mormon church was that of trusting myself, trusting my gut instincts about things.
But I find when it comes to love and dating, my instincts do not serve me well. Well, maybe they do in some ways, but they also keep me alone.
One answer is to buy one of those "how to get, or keep, or pleasure a man," blah blah blah. But I find they are so full of traditional gender stereotypes that I just can't stand to read it, much less follow it.
The kind of advice that I actually believe is typically in the vein of "be yourself, do what comes naturally, blah blah blah." But that never works for me either. I do a pretty damn good job of being myself and doing what comes naturally, and I naturally end up alone.

Hmm...any advice that is neither of these options?

I wouldn't mind home teachers right about now...

I'm missing being Mormon a little bit right now. But not for any deep reasons of Christmas wistfulness or anything. I have to move (AGAIN) next week, and it would be really nice if I could just call my home teachers and get a bunch of people to help out. Instead I'm stuck begging the few people who will be in town over the holidays or hiring movers. Oh well, I guess even if I have to hire people it will be less than tithing would have been...

Capitalism, A Love Story

I saw Capitalism, A Love Story this weekend. There were a lot of things in the film that were shocking and depressing about unfettered capitalism. It made me outraged on so many levels, to see so much corruption and such an inherently harmful system in so many ways. Sometimes it seems like there is so much bad in the world it just seems impossible to make any sort of difference. But rather than spiraling down into a cycle of despair, cynicism and apathy, it seems better to do the few things I can do. First is just being the kind of ethical person I want to be and trying to make the world a better place in my immediate circle. Sometimes I wish I had money to throw at problems, but I definitely don't have that. So the next best thing I think is to support businesses who are ethical, which is difficult since so many seem to have shady practices, but at least I can try...so here are a few links I found that may be helpful...

Companies that bought life insurance policies on their employees (dead peasants insurance program). There are so many companies here it is probably difficult to avoid all of these, but I can try, and this does renew my determination not to shop at Wal-Mart.

Ethical companies of 2009. A good list of good companies, though a report from the WSJ does warn that this list has some conflicts of interest. Though so does the WSJ...

Does anyone else know of other good, ethical companies, that are not listed here? Or horrible ones to avoid? I'd love to hear about them.

the F word

I have been taking a sabbatical from dating this summer, and my life has never been so drama-free...well except when I was Mormon and not dating (though that wasn't really on purpose). But in a fit of insanity last night I started thinking about it again...thinking maybe I have been looking for the wrong types of guys, and maybe if I can just find ones I'm more compatible with...so I got on the dating website I have used in the past, and put in a search for feminist. There are 70 men within 50 miles who have that word on their profile, and 180 women. Looking through the mens' profiles I saw a lot of "I'm a feminist and a chivalrous gentleman." Really? Is this even possible? Or a better question, is it what do I want, and if not, what the hell do I want? Looking at the womens' profiles, at first I thought, "great, maybe I can read some feminist womens' profiles to give me an idea of what to put on my profile." Unfortunately, most women's mention of feminism was of the "I'm independent, etc...but don't worry, I'm not a feminist." Trying really hard to convince men that they weren't that sort of annoying woman.

So it seems like the men either really believe they need to be the old-fashioned type, or think that's what we want...so they say that's who they are. And we, the women want to be seen as not needy, not bitchy...not like those girls. We're all trying to be (or not be) stereotypical TV characters (apparently a lot of men really hate Carrie Bradshaw), old girlfriends and boyfriends who drove us crazy, as well as roles we were taught by our churches and parents, when the world was different. It seems difficult to actually be ourselves with all the other options out there.

I'm not really looking for a "gentleman, " someone who believes in "chivalry." I don't really care if he holds the door, as long as he isn't not holding it to make a point. Can't the person who gets to the door first hold it for the other person? I don't want to be "taken care of." Can't we take care of each other and ourselves?

The most difficult part of all of this, and the part that I think reflects a lot of other issues is money. I wrote about this when I was dating a guy awhile ago. I'm just not sure what the right stance is for me, or more accurately, if my stance makes me an asshole. I believe in equality. I don't think that has to mean we all have to contribute the exact same thing to a relationship (which would be impossible and undesirable), and I also don't think it has to be as the LDS church says, separating by roles by gender. Why can't I contribute my skills and resources, and you contribute yours, us both putting in what we have?

Of course, what I am really saying here is that I don't make a lot of money. I grew up thinking I would never have to really have a career, and providing for myself or others was never really a huge concern when choosing possible professions. So I chose education and career opportunities that consist mostly of women, and are lower-paying. I figured I would marry at least by my early twenties, stay home with kids, etc. Its almost laughable to me now that I didn't consider any other alternatives, and I'm not trying to shift all the blame to my upbringing. But now, in my thirties, do I attempt to get a high paying job so I can have economic equality and power? Do I date guys that are more "traditional", even though I disagree with most of their principles, so I don't have to worry about the money thing? Do I say, fine, let's date equally, you pay half and I pay half, and by the way, I can only go to happy hours and cheap restaurants, but enjoy your steak?

I believe in equality, but equality hasn't come yet. Women still get paid significantly less than men on average, though individual circumstances vary. If I make less than a third of what you make, is it wrong of me to hope that once we actually decide to be together, that you'll put in a little more than half where money is concerned? Am I crazy to want individual circumstances to be taken into account, while also not wanting to be coddled? And is it really possible to have equal power in a relationship when there is not equal economic circumstances? And how on earth would one go about discussing this early on in dating?

Least I offend anyone, I know there are thoughtful, feminist men like the ones I am describing, they just seem to be so hard to find! And I don't have anything against traditional roles, as long as that's what you both want. I just think there should be choice, not unexamined assumptions.

I understand men likely feel like they can't win in circumstances like this and I don't blame them. I feel the same way. Thoughts?

from 1900 to 3008

I was never particularly good at Mormon dating. Making it to 29 as an active Mormon woman proves this. Even though I wasn't good at it, I at least felt like I knew the rules, and knew how it was supposed to work, and I saw many friends married off in the 10+ years I was in singles wards. And I just kept on holding on, waiting, doing and not doing the same things, and in a way that was easy. Easy, because that was what was expected of you, but lonely for sure.

Now that I've left the church, I find myself dating in what feels like a completely different world. A world I am THRILLED to be in, in so many ways. I have at least 5 close friends who are 30-ish single women who have recently left the church, and for this I feel very lucky to have people I can relate to. As my friends and I talk about navigating these new waters, we comment that we sometimes feel like teenagers, yet with more emotional maturity, creating an interesting dynamic.

I know that dating and understand the opposite sex is hard for many, whether you're both Mormon, or not religious at all. And there is no shortage of advice from people, books, and magazines. Whether it is old-fashioned game playing advice that feels disingenuous and manipulative, or the too optimistic "just tell him your feelings" from those who hope we are in a post-feminist world, or have just forgotten how difficult dating is, it is rarely simple. That, and it seems everyone is operating under different assumptions. Often it seems people take their experiences, which have been shaped by society, and generalize, saying that's how things have always been. I think that nowhere is this more apparent than in talk of gender. I recently read a fascinating book on marriage recently:

Marriage, a History: From Obedience to Intimacy, or How Love Conquered Marriage
by Stephanie Coontz


It started out with the beginnings of the history of marriage, and since I'm a history nerd, I loved it. She talked about how in the beginning people married to gain connections, mainly by the way of in-laws. This purpose remained number one for a long time. During this time period, men and women did have different roles, but both were responsible for contributing to the household for food and care. Since the book covers a lot of history in the West, I won't go into detail about all the changes which have taken place over time. But she basically explains how marriage started as something that was necessary in order to keep society together and was not related to love. As Europe and the U.S. became more industrial, women gained more power, and therefore had more options. Thus, a loving marriage become more of a goal as women gained greater independence, though marriages were still based on society's rules and acceptance. Coontz posits that in the past 30 years, marriage has changed more than it did in hundreds of years before. Marriage is no longer a sure thing in people's life or in signaling entrance into adulthood. Because both sexes have options for economic independence, sexuality, and acceptance outside of marriage, it is no longer a given. People have become less and less likely to stay in a marriage that is not satisfying. Though many family values advocates decry this as ruinous for society, Coontz takes a very pragmatic approach, that we can't turn back time and that changes are here to stay. She also talks about the many positives of the love-based marriage and its capacity for great closeness.

What struck me most about this book, and which hopefully brings it back to what I was talking about in the beginning about dating, is that one of the time periods I best identified with in this book was the 1900's. That's about when it was no longer acceptable to publicly say women were not as good as men, so they started saying women were just different, and better. Men and women have different roles and capabilities, and that each were better suited for certain activities, depending on their gender. Mens roles just happened to be the ones with the power. It all sounded very Proclamation on the Family to me.

I grew up in what is thought of as a traditional family, with my father working and my mother at home caring for the children, though this didn't really become "traditonal" till the 1950's. I think I've always been a bit conflicted with what I saw at home and was told was the right way, and what I saw and heard about others doing, both in the Mormon world and in society as a whole. While I heard what was supposedly acceptable in the world, non-traditional families, mothers working outside the home, pre-marital sex, it always seemed just something other people did. Though I think I always had an issue with pre-defined roles, I never knew how to articulate this, so I just lived with the ambiguity in myself, and tried to insert myself into the Mormon dating world, hoping it would eventually work for me. It didn't, and here I am trying to figure out a world I thought I didn't need to pay any attention to for most of my life.

One of the most positive things Coontz talks about is how most dating and marriage advice is out of date, because society is changing faster than can keep up. So all of those ideas about how the man must chase the woman, and what each is looking for in a partner are not neccessarily up to date. We still have many people willing to tell us advice based on old assumptions, though a lot more relationships are more equitable than this. So I continue on, not being a slave to my past, or others ideas; fumbling through the new world of dating and sex and relationships, and marriage. Maybe I'll figure out, maybe I won't, but at least I'm having a good time trying...

Chill

So I was all worried about the family vacation. The first day or so took some getting used to, and I found myself thinking, "What will we talk about?!? We're not having any deep conversations!" With my friends and cousins, I'm so accustomed to talking about EVERYTHING, and with my family, there just isn't that dynamic. It seemed to me a different life altogether, or maybe I was visiting a different country.

But then, after a day or two, (and a few phone calls to those people I really can talk to), I realized I had to accept the situation for what it was, and my family for who they are. They are really great people. I tried to stop wondering if they were secretly judging me for drinking coffee (my dad did whisper to someone that it smelled bad), or wearing tank tops (pretty sure they were jealous, they just wore their swim suits a lot instead). They didn't act at all judgemental, so why should I imagine they were? It was as if the conversation with my brother never happened. Which is okay. I didn't feel like I had to pretend, and no one made a big deal out of anything. We had a lot of fun, and honestly it was really nice and relaxing not having drama and discussing every detail of everything under the sun. I also really loved hanging out with my 14 month old nephew. I am not always into kids, but I love that little boy.

So a lot of worry over nothing, but I am feeling good about things.

Isn't there some sort of form letter for this?

In two days I am going on vacation with my family for a week. My very sweet, very Mormon family. My parents and sister and hubby all know I've left the church, but I haven't told my brother. And it's been like a year and a half. The thing is, I don't really think he'll take it that badly, I just think it will be a surprise. I can't quite explain why I haven't been able to make myself tell him. I rarely see him, and though we talk on the phone every few weeks, he usually seems quite busy with his family and life, and my life really never enters the conversation. Maybe because I'm single, it's hard to know what to say to me. This used to bother me more, but I have come to accept that if I want to have a relationship with him, it will be mostly on his terms.
But it has gotten ridiculous, because in 2 days we will be all staying in the same beach house. I will not be wearing garments, or likely even wearing things that would cover them up, because hopefully it will be warm weather. The second day is a Sunday, and my family will want to go to Sac. meeting, and I'm not going with them. So I KNOW that I need to say something, and am quite tired of pretending...but grrr...it's so hard. I know I'm not going to go a week without coffee, or alcohol, and I don't want to be reduced to drinking it out of a flask from my suitcase. And sure, I could just not say anything and have my bro and sis in law wonder, but I just feel like I can't be myself if I do that. My family has this status quo thing that is really strong. It is sometimes nice, as a lovely time seems to always be had by all, but makes it really difficult to bring up anything out of the ordinary. Conflict is rare, which means that when it happens it feels like such a big deal. So pretty much, I have to say something today. I am kicking myself for waiting for so long, but pretty much it's now or a really awkward family vacae. Which it may be anyway.

In my Easter bonnet

Easter Sunday a friend and I decided to go to a beautiful Episcopal church on Fifth Ave. I got dressed for church, in a way that I hadn't done in awhile, and felt like my church clothes were quite out of date. But looking like pink and yellow Easter eggs, to church we went. The church was beautiful. I have always absolutely loved other houses of worship, the feeling seems so much more serene than the Mormon ones have ever been for me.

During the service I found myself wishing I was raised in a "normal" religion. I enjoyed the music, I miss singing hymns. There was a lovely calm feeling, and I thought, maybe if I had been born into a church where church is a positive influence in life, but isn't so suffocating, maybe I could have remained in it. It seems to me that many churches, such as the Episcopal church, don't have so much guilt and fear-tactics that I feel like the LDS church has. Maybe it would have been nice to just have it be a part of your life, and not BE life itself, a place I didn't dare leave till I was 30.

I know some join other churches after leaving the LDS church, but that isn't for me. Examining my beliefs didn't just stop at the Mormon church and leave me with regular Christianity, but instead an entirely new outlook on life and meaning. Even though I thought the service was great, I just couldn't get into it the same way. While I still like Jesus, I no longer have the same feelings and thoughts about him that I used to. And that's okay, I'm happy where I am, I don't think you need religion for values or to be a good person.

After about an hour of wistfulness, the service began to drag on, and my most prominent thought was how happy I am I don't have to sit through boring church anymore.

What does 50/50 mean?

For the most part, I consider myself some sort of enlightened, non-traditional woman. I think one of the main reasons I didn't learn to cook much was because I was somehow scared of getting stuck into that role. I'm not sure why, I fully realize cooking is an amazing skill. In dating and thinking about what I want in marriage I've come up with all sorts of fair ideals, such as wanting a man to help out with the housework and me not wanting to change my name, if it ever came to that. Apparently I don't want a traditional role, but I'm not completely liberated either.

Now I find myself dating a guy who believes in 50/50, at least, I think, in terms of who pays for stuff. The first sign was when he let me pay for the tip on our first date. No big deal, of course, but still it hasn't been the norm. On our dates he's mostly paid, I've paid for a few things, but it has somehow felt a little more of a question than has usually been the case. His position became a little more clear when we were talking about exes and he started talking about his and how she wanted to go on vacation but didn't have money...so I don't know if this point was a deliberate illustration for me. It sounds like he's been burned in the past in this arena.

Last week we are watching TV and there was a commercial with a beautiful beach, and he was like "Let's go to Jamaica! Or somewhere warm!" No talk of money at this point, and I figured I could get us some deals with my flight benefits. Standby flights were all full because of the holiday weekend, so we looked at some package deals. I researched stuff on the computer for hours. Nothing was cheap and what we finally came up with ended up being more than I could personally pay, which I told him, and he said it was up to me, he understood either way, that he was under financial stresses (his way of saying he couldn't pay for any of my way), and that he was a 50/50 guy. I said that was fine, I understood, it was more than I could do, but maybe with more notice we could do something another time. I also attempted to explain a little bit of my situation-that I don't make much money, but that the benefits are worth it to me, to have the lifestyle I want, and to be able to travel for less, as well as helping others in this way too, though it didn't really work out that way this time.

So I'm just trying to figure out my feelings on the topic and what I think is fair and what I am comfortable with. The 50/50 ideal might be great if you are both single professionals and make a comparable amount of money. But what if one person makes 3X plus what the other makes? Is a 50/50 split fair in that case? Is it just too bad for the one who has chosen the job that doesn't make enough? Maybe in the beginning while 2 people are trying to figure out whether or not they want to be with each other 50/50 is okay. But isn't there a time, eventually when I becomes we? When you want the person you are with to enjoy things that maybe they couldn't enjoy on their own? Is that selfish of me, wanting to keep my low-paying job, and then merge finances with someone later, which would obviously be to my benefit financially?

I think there are other things that have equal value to money. I have no desire to be exactly like this, but in my parents marriage, my dad makes the money, my mom cooks, cleans, washes, etc, for him, so though she is not making actual money, she is still providing, just in a different way. If I spend hours planning a trip, shouldn't that count for something? But then if you're keeping track of 50/50, how do you not turn everything into a "what's it worth controversy"? Maybe it is too much for each person to just attempt to be generous in their own way. Maybe these kinds of conversations are normal to have, it just seems so awkward to me.

Thoughts? Suggestions? Experiences?

waxing and waning

Okay, okay I SUCK at blogging these days. I recently moved, and have had so much to do that I've been too busy to blog, and maybe because of this I've found myself less interested in Mormon-related things. My new apartment is so much better, and though I have a roommate and miss living alone in some ways, I think things will be good, once we figure out what to do with some of her more interesting decorating items-such as her table made of a dolphin sculpture.

A few highlights as of late:

I finally went to the OB-GYN for a check-up after not going for like 5-6 years. As a Mormon, I just felt like I didn't really have sexual parts, so it was really easy to ignore and avoid stuff like that. It's always a good time explaining to people outside of Utah that you are a 31 year old virgin. While she was um...doing her thing...she was asking me why I left, and I was explaining to her that I didn't believe it any more, as well as it's not that much fun to be 30, single and Mormon. She was very nice and didn't laugh at me at any point, though I think she felt less bad for me when she asked if I had fooled around and I said yes. I am also thinking of getting the Gardasil shots. Does anyone have any experience/knowledge about getting that past the typical age?

I got a Brazilian wax. This was very painful and may be my last. For some crazy reason I just wanted to try it, though I feel like it offends my feminist sensibilities. I guess I'm just trying to figure out what is normal in the real world.

I have been on a few dates with a seemingly decent guy, so maybe, just maybe that will go somewhere, who knows. We're going ice skating tonight.

I've been reading Joseph Campbell's "The Power of Myth." The first part of the book depressed and irritated me, probably because it was actually saying what I had been thinking for awhile. I realized I have felt some sadness over the loss of all my concrete ideas about the world. But as I have continued reading, I have come to terms a little more with my new thoughts. I have appreciated some of his ideas, which have helped me to develop a less negative view of religion, though I still can't see being a part of one myself.

Spiritual but not religious?

I went to the Unitarian Universalist church today. It was great to see a wide variety of people- straight couples, gay couples, single people, black, white, old young. Not that I was suprised, this is New York. Though the ward I went to in New York looked pretty much exactly like Utah singles wards. The atmosphere was unassuming, and leafing through their program, I found I could agree with all their principles, which was mostly about freedom and peace and not being dogmatic. I love all of this.

However, I just don't know if I am open to religion anymore. Any sort of ritual and shared experience out of the Mormon one feels so foreign and unnatural to me. And though I am familiar with the Mormon experience, there are too many things that feel wrong to me when I go there.

The sermon was okay, the reverend talked about America and Barack Obama and how far we have come, and it was nice to relive some of those moments. She also talked with pride about some past Unitarian ministers and leaders and some of their progressive views, but while I can appreciate their contributions, I don't want to be their disciples.

Part of me wants to get stirred up in the excitement of it all, and actually feel something, but the other part of me doesn't want to get suckered into anything that isn't real.

I find myself reluctant to join anything, to give myself a concrete identity in this way. Reading the Power of Now affected me a lot, which talks about not needing labels and not basing your identity on this. For so long, I "knew" stuff, and before I would allow myself to fully think, I looked at my Mormon identity, to try and fit everything together. Sometimes it worked and sometimes it didn't, but I think I like just being me. Mormonism defined me for so long that I am amazed by the freedom I have now to not put myself into a box.

I know there can be a sense of community at church and I think that this is something I miss, though I haven't really felt it for a long time. I wonder though if maybe I can find that in some other volunteer organization, where I don't have to be "religious." I understand how religion can work for some, and I think if it is not harmful that is great. But for me, I think maybe I need to look in other areas and create my own space.

Time to get sprugged up old girl...

This post has nothing to do with the church. Just a story of my life, straight out of Bridget Jones.

This morning I was actually told that my eggs are drying up. As if I didn't know that already. I was working the flight to Amsterdam and I end up working with a straight man who asks me my birthday (so he knows my horoscope), where I'm from (he smiled like he knew all about me), and how old I was. He said he likes to know these things and then he can get a good idea about someone. Or get the wrong idea, I told him.

Later into the flight he starts asking me questions, attempting to be some sort of flight attendant psychologist or life coach. Do I want children? He then tells me that I better hurry up and do it. Even if it has to be out of wedlock. Cause my eggs are drying up and life goes real fast and I'm running out of time.

Are there 30 year old women who do NOT know this? Are there people who think I am just avoiding true love and the corresponding wedded bliss out of some sort of unawareness that I am not 19? That it is easy for women to find someone who you actually want to be with? I guess I should give him credit for at least thinking I have hope, but damn. Then he started telling me that men outside the travel industry don't understand and don't want a flight attendant. He said to stay away from foreign men, that they were not good for American women. He told me I also had an additional disadvantage because of my height. WTF? I am actually quite aware of the difficulties I have in dating, which I told him, but he didn't seem to understand he was being a complete ass.

You may be wondering why I listened to this for so long, but I think I was more shocked than anything. After I gave him a few scowls and told him he didn't really know me, I moved to another part of the airplane and enjoyed my New York Times. Till I started talking to another flight attendant. It started off well-bonding over Barack Obama, and conversing about our educational backgrounds, but then all of a sudden he is telling me to get a second job and specifically what one to get. You'll never make enough money in this industry, he says, when I mentioned my school loans. Don't you think I know that? Am I not aware of that each time I eat cereal 3 times a day?

I guess I was just shocked by the idiocy of some people and the complete lack of perception and sensitivity. I always thought the scene in Bridget Jones, where they are asking her why there are so many single girls in their thirties, and telling her she'd better get sprugged up, was just an exaggeration. But apparently it is not. It is my life. Now I just need to find my Colin Firth.

What is it worth?

In the past I didn't care about gay marriage. In some conversations less than a year ago I was ambivalent about it, or at least about making a fuss about it. And now, every time I think of the efforts the church is making against it, I get really upset. For the first time I donated to a political cause. Most people I know take the same position about it.

Except all the people I know in Utah. One of my friends, who I have known since kindergarten, has been sending me political emails. A vote for Sarah Palin email, then a link to the church's article on marriage. She obviously thought I would agree with her, as I'm sure her view is very popular where she lives. She has no idea of the changes in my life the past year or two for me, as we only go to lunch a couple times a year. And though I haven't shared anything with her yet, somehow I had to tell her I was not in the same place about gay marriage. I wrote her an email, just asking her not to forward more emails like that, and ran it by a couple friends first, to make sure it was nice enough. They all said it was too nice, so I figured that was good, I wanted to be non-confrontational. But now it's been 5 days, and no response. I'm sure I shocked the hell out of her, and she's one of my friends I've been the most scared to truthfully talk to about leaving the church. So now that she doesn't respond at all, I feel bad, and like there is a distance that may not be cross-able. And it makes me sad that I may have to choose between honesty and a friendship that has lasted for 25 years.

Could have been a good drinking game

Text messages on Friday about general conference between a friend of mine who is in a similar place regarding church:

Me: I'm headed out of town tonight. Let's do dinner Sunday?

Friend: My sister and I say let's do! We'll listen to Conference!

Me: I can only handle conference if I have a few drinks.

Friend: We could turn it into a drinking game!

Me: That would be radical. We could take a shot every time they say the word marriage.

Friend: We would be wasted!

Me: In ten minutes.

Tequila!

This blog is at the request of Jessica....

Somehow, last Friday night I found myself making out in the corner of a bar. It all started sort of Sex and the City-like. I was working at yoga and the gay yoga manager and I were talking about how cute this guy was. We ended up talking for a few minutes and instead of him walking out the door like most guys I meet do, he asked me out and gave me his phone number.

So I met him Friday night at a comedy club. The comedians were funny, we ordered food, and we both had a couple of drinks. After that we went to a bar. Where I ended up having 2 tequila shots. No, that is not what I ordered. But there they were on the bar, ordered for all of us. I had never tried tequila so I figured what the hell. It BURNS going down! A few more drinks, a couple more bars later and I am making out with my date in the corner of some bar downtown. It strangely felt very comfortable, and I know it wasn't all the alcohol. We had date 2 tonight.

I had to pack for my week and a half vacation when I got back. Let me just say, don't pack drunk. You forget stuff.

hooked on a feelin...

This is kind of a follow up to my last post...

Feelings are an interesting topic when it comes to religion. I think in the LDS church we base a lot of things on feelings. I think some of them may be real, but I also feel like some of them may have been a little manufactured. Like I don't know if I really felt like I had the choice to believe in the Book of Mormon or not, it was all set up so that I would. So I did. Maybe I am different in that some of my experiences regarding the church were not as strong as others.

Thinking about what I have felt and what I feel now, I have come to look at many of my feelings from the past differently. But there are some things I was taught and believed that I still strongly believe. I'm not sure why these go a little deeper or resonate with me still. I was taught that you had to figure things out for yourself and follow what you feel is right-I'm pretty sure they thought it would leave you in the church, which didn't turn out that way for me. I always felt that God loves everyone equally. When it turned out the church didn't really seem to teach that, I let go of the church and possibly God, but not my belief in equality. It's interesting what sticks and what doesn't.

I think that facts and more information(as much as can be ascertained) is more important in deciding what to believe than going on feelings alone. You have to have both, but I think going on pure feelings is a little scary to me.

I think something we learn in the LDS church is that once you "know" or feel something, you KNOW it. Forever. That you shouldn't allow new information or feelings in. That you've already got it figured out and that you should not change your point of view. Period. I built myself up quite the protective wall for a long time. In the church humility is talked about, but I think there is a great arrogance in never rethinking your point of view. I think there is great humility in being open to the world, to people, to spirituality.

Thoughts?

we're all just going on faith

A close friend of mine who has gone through some similar church issues as me got an email from an old friend yesterday. She seems to get a lot of these emails, from people attempting to save her soul. After hearing about the email and the guilt trips that were included, my friend said "maybe i am going to hell. i don't want to go to hell." I told her she wasn't, because I truly believe that. She said, "what does anyone know for sure, we are all just going on faith anyway." Which is entirely true. Though I have little, if any, traditional faith, I do believe this is true.

What I have faith in is that this life, whatever the hell it is, is something magical. It is amazing at times, and really shitty at times. But in the end, when I finally realized I couldn't believe in the church anymore, and possibly organized religion, I realized that I do have faith. I have faith that if there is a plan for this life, for this world, it isn't one of inequality, gender or otherwise. It isn't one where the heaven we are supposed to be looking forward to is one that feels more like hell to me. It isn't one where only 1% of the earth's population would have the chance for true happiness and truth in this lifetime. If there is a plan and meaning for this life then we all wouldn't be trying to be the same, discounting all of our valuable differences. I don't know what I believe for sure, but if I believe anything it is that there must be more goodness, inclusiveness, wholeness and general happiness in the world than the LDS church offers. I want to live my life believing in goodness and joy, not fear. And that feels like faith to me, however unusual and unlikely.

Mmmm...

I FINALLY had a good meal in Spain. Me with the crew in Barcelona after the beach. More pics of that day here.

a strange desire

Yesterday I found myself wanting to go to church. Not the LDS church, but maybe another Christian church, like the Church of England. I'm not sure what it was, maybe after listening to two co-workers talk about their beliefs in God and the fact that it was a Sunday that got me strangely in the mood. It felt like fall in Manchester yesterday, and I found myself wanting to be wrapped up, more emotionally than physically. I think maybe part of me also wanted to feel a closeness with others, that I have sometimes felt in places of worship. I missed that feeling that comes when everyone, whether a family, friends, or congregation, all feels a similar way. I have recently missed and mourned the feeling that I had something important to believe in, something that tied me to a god, and tied me to others. I haven't felt that way in an LDS congregation for years, but I have memories of it from the past, and felt sad that I don't know how to recreate that, or at least the positive elements of it. I thought about god and felt that maybe I could believe in something, but my mind just doesn't know how, and most of the time my heart doesn't ask for it anymore these days either. Yesterday I felt open to the possibility, but nothing really concrete came. I would like to develop some sort of spirituality outside of religion, and in some ways it would be nice if I could rebuild something semi-concrete, but I don't know how or if it will happen. I am not pushing myself. Whatever is right for me will come if I am open to it.

I walked around Manchester, looking for a church, but also enjoying the walk. I didn't find anything so I headed back to the hotel where I met up with my co-workers. We talked, ate, drank, and had a nice evening, and though we met just a few days ago, it was comfortable and warm. Which is what I wanted in the first place.