I am currently an active member of the Mormon Church. However, in light of the new policy change by our church that declares marriage between same-sex couples apostasy and bars their children from participating in saving ordinances as well as receiving a name and a blessing, I can no longer deny that I am part of and support a bigoted and discriminatory church that systematically participates in the subjugation of others. Continue reading
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I, Natasha Smith, publicly and unabashedly support the rights of LGBTQIA people and marriage equality.
That is all.
I fell asleep last night in front of the television (a common occurrence with me and even more so since my recent carpal tunnel surgery). I woke up to the sound of my cell phone vibrating and beeping and pinging with notifications from Twitter, Facebook, etc. Hesitantly and (a little) fearfully, I began to read the notifications.
As I read, my eyes filled with tears. The physical pain in my hand was swept away by the intense emotional pain I felt as I read how the Church I love has decided that the children of our LGBTQIA sisters and brothers cannot “receive a name and a blessing” and cannot be “baptized and confirmed, ordained, or recommended for missionary service” unless they renounce and disavow their parents and receive permission from the First Presidency.
I cannot imagine having to explain to my child why he or she cannot be baptized. I cannot imagine as a teenager being told that I would have to disown my parents or disavow our family in order to be accepted in my church. I cannot imagine the pain or the anguish that so many of our sisters and brothers who want to continue to be part of the LDS Church are feeling.
All I can do is open my arms and my heart and let my sisters and brothers know that they are loved and that they are wanted. I can acknowledge that this new policy is a vile and violent act and that no part of it is worthy of being adopted by a church that includes the name of Jesus Christ in its name. I can mourn with my brothers and sisters and I can bear their burdens. I can let them cry, talk, scream, or all three.
What I do not need to do is to detract from their pain by drawing any sort of comparisons with any pain I am feeling or I have felt or with situations that I or others have experienced. Their pain is not a game. It is not a competition. I will not make them feel better by making someone else feel worse.
I simply need to step up and be there for them and with them.
I invite each of you to do the same. If you cannot, I invite you to be quiet.
Today’s post is a guest post by a WoC who wished to publish anonymously.
I remember the first time I saw the world split. A great cosmic spider spun a web of lightning across the sky and it cracked the earth into pieces. I knew it wasn’t real, but I could not stop myself from seeing it. This is my first memory of psychosis, but I know that at the time I was already used to hallucinating. I was four years old which makes me so rare that psychiatrists don’t even have enough data to establish how rare I am.
I had to give a talk in church yesterday. You’d think that because I give lots of speeches in lots of places, that therefore it must be old news for me now. A walk in the park, a meander on a beach… Ha. Continue reading
I’m fat. Technically, more accurately, I’m morbidly obese. But people don’t usually like technical, so I’m fat.
Being fat is hard in our society. Being fat and Mormon is even harder. As Mormons, we depend on outward actions and appearances to determine all things important, including our righteousness.
Fat Mormon Woman = Unrighteous Continue reading