I was sure that if I looked at my driver’s license, it would be blank—no identifying features, no organs to donate.
I was no longer the person I had spent my whole life imagining I was. I had identified as both ex- and gay for more than a decade by the time the church came out with its latest decree: On Nov.
For the first 18 years of my life, I was a perfect Mormon. I read and reread the story of Del Martin and Phyllis Lyon, who had met in 1950 and were first in line at the city clerk’s office. If you take one brick away, the whole tower collapses, which is horrible architecture for an actual tower.
I was president of my church youth classes; I always wore shirts with modest necklines; I never cursed out loud (and only typed “Damn it” into my TI-83 calculator when I was very, very upset). There’s a newspaper image of them pressing their foreheads together, eyes closed and smiling in the usually soulless government building. And so this legal decision, 2,500 miles away from my dorm room, destroyed my faith.
Then when you finally find your adult child after thirty years, and develope a relationship, the ex-wife and her now SP hubby find out about it and guilt-trip the adult child into severing all contact with you, since it hurt their feelings that this relationship was going on w/out their knowledge!
Yikes, if this happened to you, you might be an ex-moron too, even without " old white hat" cyphering scripture from a glowing stone with his hawk-like proboscis buried deep in the hat.
The person I had been five minutes before disappeared, without leaving me time to create a new person in her place.You would have to re-learn almost everything; the way you interacted with others, the way you dressed, and more, assuming you decided to become the gender you were born as.Even if you stayed the artificial gender there would be psychological ramifications. What if every major decision you made was based on what you thought was truth---that you were a man (or a woman)?Imagine yourself going home to your parents' house for a family reunion.You go up in the attic to look for something and while poking around you find a small chest with some papers in it.Nicole Hardy lived for the Book of Mormon until she wrote a book denouncing it. “My cheekbone rests against the plane of a shoulder blade or a breast finds home in the muscled valley of a backbone groove.” This would be hot but for the fact Nicole Hardy, a former Mormon and author of , is describing the dressing of a mannequin. When it takes you until 36 to finally have sex, the mannequin story makes sense. quality=75&strip=all&w=620" /It is a steamy description of the moments between desire and fulfillment.Then you married her anyway, civilly, only to find that when the marriage got rocky, she writes to a "friend" on a mission, convinces him that she loves him, so he promised to " be there for her" when he returns from the mission, never mind that the couple by now has an infant child.You discover the deceit, ask for a divorce, get one, and from that moment on find out that your child is no longer yours, the ex-wife and mishie hubby conspire to hide their whereabouts for the next thirty years, so you have no contact with your child.Gingrich also lashed out at critics who say he is inconsistent on illegal immigration and government-run health care, explosive issues in Republican politics.And he slammed Paul for what he said was a record of “systemic avoidance of reality” on foreign policy, including on the September 11 attacks in 2001 and Iran.