You know, everyone thinks I am this horrible heretic, and such a SINNER and apostate, but there are many things about Mormonism I admire.
For example, the emphasis on family. Families really DO come first, and it’s so cool to have family support and love. Unfortunately, and perhaps fortunately, for many, families end up taking all sorts of definitions on, since often “real Mormon families” cannot accept those who deviate from the accepted norm. Sometimes, families end up being those around you who really don’t care what kind of underwear you wear. They just love you.
For me? I love my family. I don’t really give a shit if you are gay, straight, tall, short (yeah, that’s most of us!), orange, yellow, black, brown, loud, quiet, round, oblong…. I don’t care. I love my family. I might not AGREE with your very strange (read Mormon) beliefs but I love you JUST the same.