I coulda been gay.
I coulda been a gay mormon.(there are a bunch)
I coulda been a gay West Virginian (I do know 1, maybe 2)
But I could never ever have been a gay, Mormon, West Virginian.
The End.
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The vapid Chronicles of a decidedly straight married mormon father.
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End of blog entry, or end of blog?
Yes. Life is rough on some of us more than others. I suppose we hope that good comes from hardship.
I hope you're doing all right.
Good question, Joe. It's probably not the end of the blog, you know I have more to say, but basically that's what it all comes back to, every time. I'm not going to be "with" a guy. If ever I get close, God finds a way to pull me back in. And I still ask, why me? Why not let me "screw up" big time so I can learn for myself? Am I too big to fail? I just don't get it.
I know you mean otherwise, but in a very real sense you were a gay, Mormon, West Virginian... isn't it great to be one of a kind?
I just recently found your blog and find a lot that I relate to here. I'm pretty sure I couldn't have been a gay, Mormon, Idahoan (although I'm sure there are some). But I moved away from Idaho, became disaffected from the church, and I'm "eternally-married" to a woman. So I'm currently a non-acting gay, non-Mormon, non-Idahoan, and I'm trying to figure out if I can be that.
Was and still am, I guess Beck.
Mister Curie, I get it. How can we not be what we have been raised to be and have known our whole lives? Or have we not truly been what we have actually are? And how do we change to be that?
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