Stephen
“I’m a Mormon feminist because gender conventions, roles, and expectations hurt everybody.”
I’m Stephen. It took me far too long to be comfortable with everything that I am. I am hardly masculine, barely even feminine. I’m just me, I suppose, and that’s pretty genius, isn’t it?, not to have your interests and appearance and behaviors and personality and career and relationships with your children determined by your genitalia. All these wretched bloody expectations have been horrible to everybody, especially to anybody who is in any way not a manically manly, managerially manipulative and manufacturedly manish man.
I do believe that I have a Heavenly Father and Mother, both of whom love me, miserable bastard though I may be, both of whom want me to be happy. I’m convinced that, despite its shortcomings—namely its often square and nearly always passé culture—the LDS Church is led by God through prophets and apostles. The prophets aren’t perfect, and I wouldn’t want them to be. What an awful and tedious burden, to be perfect.
Thank God that humanity is learning to let people be who they are. We are learning to accept the sodomy of the Wildes and the impiety of the Socrateses. We are learning that a grayscale world is without beauty, that we need all sorts of colors to love and to feel and to do anything more than merely survive. We are growing up, yes, but it takes will and wisdom and a far amount of wit to make the world more worth living in.
<3 Stephen
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