Confessions of A Mormon Boy

Last night, I went to see the play Confessions of a Mormon Boy. It is a one man show and the performer is also the author of the play; it is autobiographical. He describes his agonizing attempts for him to turn himself straight, the 'help' that he got from the Mormon Church, their referral to ex-gay therapists and help paying for them. He got married, having told his fiancee that he was struggling with homosexuality. Eventually his ability to 'remain straight' failed, he was excommunicated from the church, moved to NYC, became an escort (ie., prostitute), got involved with drugs, and eventually got clean of it all. The performance was phenomenal. Riveting the entire time. I think I can say that it was one of the best performances I've seen this year (I love student rush, when I have the time, I see as many plays as I can.)

I kept thinking the entire time about how much individual pain the Mormon Church and other conservative churches have caused. The amount of individual anguish that the belief that "homosexual acts are an abomination" has caused is overwhelming. When you are connected and have grown up within your church, synagogue, mosque, meeting, place of worship, and it is your entire life, having to reject it is heartbreaking. Thank God I grew up Quaker.