I used to feel like Peter Pan, who watched Wendy Darling play with her family. "There could not have been a lovelier sight; but there was none to see it except a little boy who was staring in at the window. He had ecstasies innumerable that other children can never know; but he was looking through the window at the one joy from which he must be forever barred" (J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan).

I felt barred from the happiness that comes from family simply because I was gay because that's what I learned growing up as a Mormon. I have since come to know that I am not barred from this happiness, and that I can have all the joys associated with family.

Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Somewhere Along in the Bitterness

Please light another candle tonight for all of those gay Mormons who have taken their own lives. I am deeply saddened by the gay Mormon suicides this month (apparently there were three), and I feel a sense of failure for their losses even though I didn't know them. Could I have made myself and my story more accessible? Could I have offered them hope, or solace, or peace?

Let's work hard to create a future where death is never more desirable than life for our gay Mormon brothers and sisters.
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1 comments:

Brandon Roman said...

so sad and so true!

July 28, 2010 7:40 AM

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