diabetes pride shirt

eyes carrot, in a set with a non-eyes asparagus and radish

two very mormon ties

a tie i could kinda read and a tie i could have seen from a mile away

having mormon roommates sucks i said “sometimes you just need a mutual hairy-chested boyfriend for your relationship to reach its fullest potential” and they looked at me like i’m a twisted and perverted individual. fuck you that shit woulda done numbers on tumblr dot com

today at work this flock of mormon missionaries came in and I was taking this twiggy boy's order and I handed him a receipt and told him to take a table and then he turned around and he was CAKED UP I mean absolutely filling those slacks out like seam rippingly large could not be contained by his special underwear absolutely round bubble butt like my brother in christ I had to bite on my tongue to keep from screeching it was like stepping into a rake like this boy said aunt fanny but keep it modest to please the lord I hope that God is real just because he wanted to create the pinnacle of visual gags in a real life person like those bunkmates of his must be yanking on their shirt collars every time he wrestles with his khakis on the ground to get his fat fucking cheeks to yield oh my god

So I’m watching Keep Sweet, Pray, and Obey on Netflix and they’re talking about how the FLDS believe that a man needs to have at least 3 wives to enter the gates of Heaven and get cool god powers and this one guy keeps complaining about how he only has 2 wives and I couldn’t get this image out of my head

HELLO

I hope that you're able to find another faith community :) the one that I'm part of is really dedicated to not considering anyone too anything as long as they follow the community braver space guidelines. I have had a couple of times when people were weird about it, but because I have a supportive community with rules if I was uncomfortable I could say hey, that was hurtful. I really enjoy the interfaith aspect because I am able to learn so much. Mine is run in cooperation with the local universities, so maybe try there?

Thank you friend!! That's good to know. I'm not like actively looking right now (giving myself a bit of a break - I'm sure you get it lol) but it's wonderful to know that spaces like this exist and where to start looking for them! It truly sounds so lovely!

being mormon baptised is really funny bc "the holy ghost is with you your whole life" could be taken as a threat about the ever-looming ownership the church wants to impress on you even if you dont want it. however the idea of making this dude watch me turn away from the gospel and witness every single intentionally terrible post and action i make is actually really funny

So I just had a brain thought moment. Warning for discussions of religion and christianity, I'm actually gonna put this under a cut because this is unusual content for my blog.

Humans are so UNCREATIVE when they think of Heaven. I was raised and baptized mormon, and if you know anything about that, you know that mormons believe in a three tiered heaven. They believe that if you are a Super Cool Ultra Mormon you go to the third tier of heaven where you get to live with Jesus and God but if you live in the first tier of heaven you dont get to live with either Jesus or God, although Jesus might come to visit you sometimes. But like heres the thing. If heaven and God exist and when you die you go before an ever-present all-powerful being.... why is your time with him ever limited? He can be anywhere and everywhere at once. Time doesnt mean anything to him. We'd all get as much time with God as we wanted in heaven because he could be with all of us at once if he wanted to be. Time is nothing for him.

But yet we conceptualize god with the same shitty rules and laws and parameters that we ourselves have because.. why? We aren't creative enough to concieve of an afterlife where we all get to spend as much time in God's company as we want? I guess its probably more like... some people want to feel more specialer than others so they have to pretend that god would spend less time with less special people. When in reality... wouldn't he like... want to spend MORE time with the people who actually need his guidance??? Man I dont know I'm not christian i dont even believe in this god, or this afterlife or whatever, I was just struck with like... There is enough god to go around, why do we ever feel like we'd have to get in line to talk to him in heaven??

Hell doesnt make sense to me either. I CANT believe that god would punish you for eternity if he is as loving as christianity presents him. Like punishment maybe sure, but ETERNAL? I feel like if he loved us he'd be invested in our rehabilitation, no matter what.

girlma looks like a conservative mormon girl

Okay ppl who were raised Mormon but escaped, when did you realize that no one else wears Mormon garments?

(For references they look like this vvv)

I thought that every single adult wore these under their clothes until I was like thirteen.

sorry for the mormon humor. but what does a college education have in common with hundreds of cars getting baptized in the woods

i’m back temporarily because i need to show the ex mormons this

so we all know this little amogus right. this guy 𐑀 . well it turns he’s gay!! 🌈 happy pride month! small letter gay 💖🏳️‍🌈

but it also turns out that little gay amogus is mormon. more specifically its from an alphabet/writing system developed under brigham young (yikes) called Deseret

this language/writing system was obviously a huge failure in the long run. but now we know that the most sus letter secretly gay and has infiltrated the LDS church. imposters win this round 🏳️‍🌈 𐑀

so last night i had mormon missionaries over at my house for the first time since we left the church and they were actually super chill??

like we got onto the topic of video games they played before they went on their mission and one of them said that they used to stream minecraft on twitch so i was like ’oh cool!’ because im me which lead to my sister bringing up that i watch the dream smp to make fun of me and the guy who used to stream said ’:0 do you watch technoblade??’

so yeah they were chill :D

@thewolfruns / in reply to this.

he hadn’t been an actual mormon in more than fifteen years, but in the rare instances where bill was actually afraid, his prayers always went to heavenly father. his arms hadn’t folded in order to pray since he was a teenager, and even then, he hadn’t believed in any of it. from birth, he seemed unable to call himself a mormon. other children, even ones that grew up to leave the church, at least believed in it for a time. they could never sell bill on it, and the elders labeled him as rebellious at the age of seven. he was a problem child, he was someone to be dealt with; he acted up in church and his mother would pinch his ear until he behaved, but it just made him worse. wang lei was supposed to be their priesthood holder, but that title really fell to genelle. his father hadn’t been raised in mormonism, he was a convert that really only converted because he fell in love with genelle—there was no way they could be together if he didn’t convert, but even then most people didn’t approve of it. their marriage was an unconventional one, the church didn’t even support interracial marriage up until a few years before bill’s birth, and his mother had been expected to marry a generational mormon that her parents approved of. they certainly didn’t expect genelle to marry her optometrist that had recently moved to utah from china.

neither wang lei or genelle had expected a child like bill. they expected obedience, and he gave them the exact opposite. he was unruly, bad tempered, regularly called a brat. he would refuse to engage in church, not for his parents or the elders. his childhood felt like an exercise in waiting, simply existing until he became old enough to escape. he was a piece of shit teenager that made his mother regularly cry, no matter how many times they threatened to send him back to the re-education camp in arizona, and his parents finally gave up on the moment he officially decried the holy ghost. within a year, he was kicked out (though bill thought of it more as a mutual decision). leaving home, he surfed a few ex-mormon couches and slept on the streets for a few nights here and there, before he ultimately ended up in las vegas. there, he met a los lobos locos member, and it wasn’t long before he realized this was what he was meant to do: sin. perhaps crime was a better word for it, but it was all the same to bill. he saw the money, the girls, the drugs that the lobos had, and he wanted that too. he wanted to be a lobos. he wanted to be the wolf.

he became a lobos. it was a hard, violent process, like any gang initiation. it was sort of strange, how he hated growing up in organized religion, just to join a criminal organization. bill could pray to the god of kalashnikovs with serial numbers filed off and seedy nightclubs bought with dirty money. he could wash and anoint himself in blood if he had to. there was very little that bill would not do for the lobos, even spending three years and a separate eight months in prison for them. it took him almost twenty years to reach the top, and he still wasn’t running the show. he hadn’t actually wanted that, he didn’t think. he had been very comfortable in his station, living in a beautiful west hollywood penthouse and earning money he didn’t deserve (and couldn’t claim on his taxes!).

so, yes, he was a sinner. he made sure to sin every day, which was admittedly a little hard to do in a micro society based out of a casino hotel. so his sins were small in scale, little naughty deeds like hiding someone’s shirt or sneaking a bit of someone’s rations. he almost reverted into a child in church, making faces at the bishop during sacrament or sneaking a cookie before dinner. they were minuscule compared to the sins of his adulthood: racketeering, credit card scams, gun trafficking, even a few instances of murder. they were small in scale, but they were still sins in the eyes of heavenly father, and that was what mattered. it made it so his eschewing of his parents was not in vain. he was a sinner, and he made sure everyone knew it.

he laughed at her question, so pretty and so unbearably stoic. he was used to women fawning over him, in all sorts of ways and all types of women, but they all had one thing in common: they bought his bullshit. tovah was a wall that refused to fall. “yeah, well, i just don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea. i’m not a good guy, and i never have been.” was that not obvious in the way he treated her little brother? not every single woman that bought his bullshit thought they could fix him, but most did. most tried. and failed. “it’s easier to be upfront about it.” bill was a powder keg looking for a spark—he didn’t know how long he’d last in the flamingo before it all inevitably went up in flames. the people of the casino were weak, as were a lot of the californians, but his initial group had a salvation: they knew how to survive outside if they had to. when he was to eventually leave, and it was eventual, he would allow any of his former group to come along with him as long as they could keep up. and serena, too, obviously. he may have severed the bond with his mother and father, and while it was a tenuous bond with his sister, she was his sister. she’d listen to him, in the end, she’d come with him. he hoped tovah would too. “what about you? was there ever a time when you weren’t completely in control of your emotions? have you ever sinned, tovah?”

been watching some podcasts abt mormons recently bc they keep coming up on my feed. what the fuck tbh