Church Disciplinary Council

The council convened on a Sunday at the stake center on the west side of Provo.  I showed up early, and it was a good thing too.  I don’t know if it was just nerves, or something I ate, but I spent some time in the restroom.  In a way it was better that way, as I was able to avoid sitting in the hall while people came in, that I didn’t know, who were going to be on the council.

Acceptance

I was talking to one of my friends who is gay the other day.  I told him about this blog, and about why I needed to obfuscate my identity.  I mentioned my thoughts on being trapped in between two worlds, one that one is trying to escape, the other in which one longs to be.

I explained to him the difficulty of not wanting to let it be known that one has made the transition from gay to straight.  I compared it to the recovering alcoholic. (again, friends, its an analogy and should only be taken as far as intended.) Society is proud of those who have made the choice to stop an activity over which they feel they have no control.  At the same time however, we hang it over their heads for the rest of their lives.  They are always a “recovering alcoholic.”