An Open Letter to Queer Mormon Youth
An Open Letter to Queer Mormon Youth
- The shipmate I crushed on had crystal blue eyes and a thick Smoky Mountain accent. He surprised me after trading massages by intimately rubbing his nose against mine. I’d never kissed a boy but had written a poem about him days earlier. Now he was willing to kiss, but I turned my face away out of a belief that to love him was sinful. He got the message; we parted in shame.
- The shipmate I crushed on had crystal blue eyes and a thick Smoky Mountain accent. He surprised me after trading massages by intimately rubbing his nose against mine. I’d never kissed a boy but had written a poem about him days earlier. Now he was willing to kiss, but I turned my face away out of a belief that to love him was sinful. He got the message; we parted in shame.