I recently revived my monthly contribution here at The Exponent as part of our Queer Mormon Women* series, and it has me thinking. How did my Mormonism affect my queerness? When did the messages first get mixed together?
(In fact, these questions have been swirling around in my brain for so many weeks now that I have decided to start writing regularly again here.)
Like most things, they are connected. I don’t know that I can separate them, at least not completely. It’s this idea that I have been pondering since my last post; the idea that I thought I was broken for so long. I thought the sexual abuse I had endured was what broke me, and I thought that the way it broke me was with regard to my sexuality.Read More