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2001 General Conference, Mormon Style. The Prophet, President Hinckley was speaking… I scored two tickets to hear the Prophet speak and my lucky date… lil Miss Kacey.

Cue closing prayer and… we’re out. Off to the park we go to just sit and chat. Who knew this was our first date. Is that a tingle down south? Is that a butterfly in my stomach? Is this the beginning of what I now call, “flittering”? Let the spooning begin and the question… “What would you do if I kissed you right now?” No answer… no kiss. The next day I kissed Kacey in her apartment, standing in the doorway amid the double doors between her studio apartment’s living room and bedroom. Her back against the frame, it was a knee weakening embrace. So it began… I was a lesbian. Kacey on the other hand, not so sure about the label, for she was a Mormon by birth.

I continued to hold my position in the Church Relief Society Presidency, continued to attend church and teach others beliefs contrary to my lifestyle. I was a hypocrite, but I was doing both pretty well and figured God couldn’t be that upset… it was love, or curious lust, but either way, I was doing everything else “right”.

Behind closed doors with our “guest room/ just in case anyone comes over and needs to see we are roommate’s” room, I began to realize that even though I was “out” outside of Church… that Kacey wasn’t anywhere near that and with that being said I said something along the lines of this… “If it’s so wrong, if it has to be such a secret to love each other openly, I’m guessing it’s not the right way to be living”. So with the idea in mind that I had “fallen off the righteous path”, I jumped back on board, ditched the girlfriend, soon hooked up with guy, dated for a year and married in a Temple belonging to The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints”. I was now sealed for all eternity to my loving husband.

Cue penis… blagh! Cue unhappy heart. One week after our wedding I left the church. One year later, I left him and joined forces with the rest of the Mormon-no-More lesbo’s hiding out in Utah.

Coming out to the fam was cake. I said, “Mom, I’m gay” She said, “That means your not Mormon, right?” Nod… “Yes” (with accompanying arm pump).

Happily living with my partner in Salt Lake City, UT soon to begin the pregnancy process.

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http://h1vpos1t1ve.blogspot.com/

Sent in by: Amanda Brown
Age: 32
Location: Salt Lake City, UT