#fuck the mormon church

[josephsmutt]

i'll put Joseph Smith to shame

[exmovibes]

Hi! It's 3am and I am fucking pissed about the time I've lost to the church.

Church (ages 0-14) - 3 hours a week = 2,340 hours

Church (ages 15-17) - 2 hours a week = 208 hours

Activity Days/ Mutual (ages 8-17) - 1.5 hours a week = 702 hours

Girls camp (ages 11-16) - 5 days/ 120 hours a year = 600 hours

Seminary (ages 14-16) - 1 hour, 5 days a week, 9 months a year = 135 hours

Total = 3985 hours. 166 days. 23.7 weeks. Roughly 5 months. 5. Fucking. Months. Of solid devotion to the church.

And that's not even counting conferences, temple trips, daily scripture studies and prayers. Not counting all the talks I've written, the dances, and my callings.

It's been almost a year since I got out and I'm still not over it. I'm fucking tired

[mormonchurch-questionin-it-moral]

i am going to pretend he didn't say this because i'm too lost In my own ideology lalalalala -most Mormons

(so sorry my trans friends this church is a fucking cult)

And the Lord sayeth, "Thou must provide free gender-affirming care for the minors, and the criminals, and those whose skin is not of your color, and all those who wish to transition on this earth"

"No, lmao" replied the Transphobe

[isalisewrites]

Yet again, Mormons are told not to fully trust and rely on their own intuition. It could lead us astray. But it's okay to use both your intuition AND the leaders' guidance. So long as your intuition doesn't go against the leaders, you'll be fine.

Right, so I should ignore the weeping of my soul when I read the latest dehumanizing policy for transpeople who attend church.

I should ignore the injury to my soul when I hear the dangerous rhetoric surrounding those who are LGBTQ+, how we're unwelcomed, how we're not to be allowed to stay too long in members homes. (Don't start with me--Oaks said this in a talk a few years ago)

I should ignore my righteous rage surrounding the 150 billion dollar wealth of the church who chooses to build temples rather than homeless shelters in a state with immense homelessness.

I should ignore the lies these leaders blatantly speak. I should ignore the unjust excommunication of those who call them out for their duplicity. I should ignore a century of hiding the truth. I should ignore the coercion. I should ignore how much my intuition SCREAMS that this church is founded in wickedness in all its grandeur.

Absolutely not.

I cannot trust leaders who lie.

During my deconstruction, I learned to trust my intuition. In December of 2023, I felt an overpowering urge to pursue my highest excitement and joy. It was to write my Harry Potter Tomarry fanfiction, Terrible, But Great. I couldn't bear the idea that it would take me 3 to 4 years to finish Arc Two. The thought I had was: "If you had limited time to live, what would you do?"

I would write.

Two months later, I'm told that I need a hysterectomy because my uterus is in major precancerous conditions. If I do not get treatment, I could die of cancer in the next 5 years of my life. My future depends on this hysterectomy. My intuition impressed upon me months beforehand to focus on what I love.

It was not the Mormon Holy Spirit who told me this, not when I was two years out of my beliefs in Mormonism. Mormonism would tell you that I don't have the spirit anymore.

So, my intuition knew and told me.

I didn't need Mormonism. Leaving didn't take away my ability to be inspired, to be guided.

Mormonism says the world offers a mess of porridge, while it has your birthright. It begs you not to trade your birthright, like Esau did with Jacob. It lifts Jacob up for obtaining the birthright because of "righteousness," while demeaning Esau for trading it for a bowl of porridge.

Mormonism completely ignores how Jacob basically stole the birthright from Esau and tricked his aging, blind, almost deaf father to obtain the blessing.

But how interesting because the Mormon leaders are no different.

They are the liars.

They are the cheats.

They will do anything to "obtain the blessing," through any means.

I'm afraid their analogy is the opposite. Mormonism is the lowly mess of porridge, while outside of it contains a birthright so glorious and freeing, you can't imagine it while trapped.

If saying this makes me "an enemy," then so be it.

Mormonism claims to be focused on highest aspects of life, but the reality is it focuses on the minutia. It forces you to worry about the little things, until you're overwhelmed by it all. Until you're drowning under all these rules and cultural pressures. It teaches you not to trust yourself. It fills you with shame and guilt if you're doing anything outside of what it requires.

Mormonism claims that an all powerful, all knowing, all loving god has conditions on that love. (DO NOT START WITH ME. NELSON SAID THIS) It claims that god's love is unconditional, while telling you all the conditions that you must meet to obtain that love.

That is not love.

And if you think it is, then you do not understand what love is.

Love is unconditional. Love is everlasting. Love asks nothing in return for it to be given and received. Love is unconditional sacrifice. Love is selfish. Love is all encompassing.

You might love the Mormon God, but he does not act like he loves us.

If I, a mere mortal, loves others better than a god, then is that being truly a god?

No.

[loving-azerath]

I live for feral Keegan. He comes back from a dangerous mission, adrenaline still running high and he comes straight back to find you and fuck out all the excess energy 🤯🤯

Keegan literally can make my stomach do the acrobatic routine that got Dick Greyson's parents killed alright?

CW: Dub/Con (if you stretch for it), rough sex, praise, degrading, spit play, choking, Keegan being feral. (I will add Aftercare as always because I think its important if you don't wanna read the after care it will be under an asterisk

Female reader

You hate when Keegan goes undercover. He would be gone for an undisclosed amount of time and you never knew when he was coming back. Sometimes he would get enough time to himself to call you. Tell you what he could but it wasn't often.

You were not a stranger to the dangers of the mission being a solider yourself. Though in a different unit. However, it only made it worse for you. You knew how dangerous so you knew how easy it was for him to not come home.

He always did though. Sometimes his mood would vary. Times where he lost someone he would lock himself away in his office or shut down for a week or two until he was ready to talk about it. You were always so patient with him.

Times he would come home after a failed mission he would mope around for a couple days before getting back into things. You would always remind him that he couldn't win them all. Tell him it wasn't his fault even if when he told you the story you knew it was. He didn't need it from you . Not you.

Then there was the times he came home from missions he succeeded one. The dangerous ones that made his skin feel like it was electric. You knew the feeling all too well. You knew how hard it was to come down from after.

This was one of those times.

You didn't know he would be home. You spent the day texting his turned off phone. You knew it was turned off for his safety but you also knew when he turned it back on he likes to read your texts like a story. You always texted him about your day while he was gone. This time though, you texted him more than that. You had sent him a couple of suggestive photos. Even one from your memories of his thumb in your mouth with a cock drunk expression in your eyes. You were too busy doing your before shower routine. Smoking a blunt to help you sleep without him, you didn't see your messages get the small little "delivered" message under your texts.

The water in this apartment always took so long to get hot so you turned on the water, blasting your music as you took off your robe hanging it on the door and look in the mirror. You looked over each imperfection you would pick out. Narrowing your eyes at them before seeing your reflect blur with the signal that the water is ready.

The water and your music being so loud you don't hear the door open. Keegan walking into the living room looking around at the small space for you. His phone gripping in his hand with an iron grip. His skin was still electric and he had so much energy he could run a marathon. He planned to. Not running though.

He hears your music and knows you are in the shower. Perfect for him, he needed to shower with the sweat and grime that he was coated in. He moves into the bedroom the smell of your shampoo filling the space. He strips himself of his uniform sighing as the heavy vest is moved off of his shoulders. As soon as his length is freed he groans. The constriction of his pants were killing him, it being made worse by your little photos.

You never bothered to lock the bathroom door when you were home. So he knew he could sneak it without you so much as hearing him. You were so blissfully unaware of his presence in your place. The weed making the water feel like heaven.

He opened the door quietly, closing it the same way. You had your eyes closed as you tilted your head back to allow the conditioner to rinse free. He slid into the shower with you, so close but not touching you yet. No he took time to run his eyes over your soaking figure. He was hooked on the look of you like this but he needed more. His body needed more to decompress. So he reaches forward grabbing your mouth and hooking an arm around your waist to pull you close. His lips moving to your collar.

"Don't scream...not yet...it's just me" He says, you had screamed against his hand briefly eyes widened at his sudden appearance in front of you. You were so stoned you had thought maybe you smoked a bit too much. "Fuck baby I missed you"

He drop his hand from your mouth kissing you. You moaned into his mouth at the sudden pressure. You had missed him so much you felt like just the kiss was enough to bring you to the mood. Your hands traveling to his hips. When you touch his inner hip he goes insane for it. Needy for it. He loved your hands there. He groaned at the pressure.

"Kee when did you get back?" You said when he finally permits you air. He comes out breathless and the sound of it makes his head spin. Fuck did he miss your voice. Miss the nickname he only allowed you to call him.

"Just now, couldn't wait. Need you now" He groans against your skin as he kisses down your neck and jawline. "Fuck I have so much energy. I might get rough"

You moaned at the thought. You fucking loved when he got rough.

"Safeword?" He asks, you knew what he was asking for

"Fanta"

"Good girl, you better use it if you need it." He says, you just nodded. He gestured to his body wash behind your head. "Grab that"

You do and he grabs it from you, tearing his hands off of you was hell and he didn't want to but he had to be clean. He needed to be clean for you. So he grabs your hand squeezing some of the heaven scented gel into your palm. Then moves your wrist to his length. You knew what he wanted. You pumped him like this was lotion and his groans made more heat pool in the bottom of your stomach.

He had done his best to clean the rest of him but your hand almost brought him to his edge too quickly and he forced you hand away effectively accidentally edging himself. He curses and you just look at him as he looks up to the ceiling in the feeling grimacing at his lack of release. He is all soapy and shiny and your high ass is about to melt. He shakes his head.

"Wait for me in the bedroom doll. You're too tempting" You smirked at yourself. Listening and leaving with a sneaky hang brushing his cock. He choked on a groan and fights the urge to pound you against the shower wall right now.

You dried off in the room, and within the next five minutes the water shuts off. Your music forgotten as he moves into the room. He doesn't hesitate grabbing you by the throat and slamming you hard on the bed. You gasped and fidgeted under him. He moves your legs apart with a knee placed between them. He tucked his knee against your core. The friction sending your high ass into heaven. He moves the knee back a millimeter to keep you from it.

"No no, not yet. Not yet. I need you to be my doll for a moment alright? Can you be a good girl for me?" He asks, you whimpered at his words. Internal screeching at how hot he sounds. His deep graveling voice pleading for you to be his fleshlight. You just nod and he leans forward capturing your lips. His kisses are always so sloppy during these times. You loved it. Feeling as his tongue dominates yours and your mouth. He moaned into your mouth at the feeling.

He lifts you off the bed by your throat still moving you in front of the mirrored closet door. Placing you on your knees. His thumb brushing against your lips. You smirk and recreate the photo. Sticking his thumb into your mouth and sucking on it. maintaining eye contact while his blue eyes soak in the sight.

"Fuck doll" He whispered as his thumb leaves your lips. He grabs a hand into your wet and unbrushed hair using his others to guide is member to your lips. Keegan did not have what one would call husband dick. What is husband dick? 5-6 inches. What did Keegan have? A much bigger dick. Summer fling dick. 8 inches and girthy. He knew how to use it too and that was a deadly combination.

So when you open your mouth and he pushes himself all the way back into your throat there is a lot of him to take in. You struggled against the intrusion in your throat and he just moaned. Whined almost at the pleasure.

"That's it baby. Breathe through it out through the nose baby" He sighs he pulls you up for air and you gasp it but he uses it as an opening to slam you back down. Your hand hovers over his thigh. Three taps and he stops thats all you need to do if it becomes too much. You don't use it, but you prepare in case. He begins to fuck your throat at a punishing pace for himself.

He wanted nothing more than to rutt into your pretty mouth with no regard but he couldn't. His care for your comfort still takes over even the worst of thoughts.

You had saliva dripping down your chin and onto your chest and your wetness between your legs was dripping down to your thighs. Every thrust and curse leaving you more and more dripping.

"Look at me" He tells you, you do and he groans making eye contact with you as he thrusts into you. "Fuck you look like such a whore like this. I fucking love when you look like a little whore"

Finally he pulls out of your throat, leaving saliva dropping down your chin again. He swipes it with his thumb and then grabs your chin roughly getting you to your feet as he basically manhandles you to the bed. Your knees hitting the edge and you tip over. A hand on your chest has you pushed into the bed laying down. He looks over your body like this.

"You are so fucking hot" He whines as he moves in his fingers moving to your core and running a gentle finger through your folds. You buck your hips towards him and he laughs. Laughs "Look at you being a bad doll. Dolls don't get to be needy."

"Kee please...I've missed you" You groaned, the weed making you so fucking sensitive that it was torture to be teased in any capacity. He doesn't move his hand from your face. He slides the tip of himself through your folds you whined at the pleasure rolling your eyes at it.

"Ooh baby, you missed me?" he coos teasing you further you nodded and tried to buck your hips to him but he shakes his had. "I don't fucking care doll. Sit still and take it"

His hand moves from your face, down to your throat keeping you in place as he slides through your wet folds. The friction makes your head spin. Soft whimpers falling from your lips which he breathes in like it's air. He is panting and whimpering in his own way at the feeling of your slickness against him. He can't handle it anymore getting further onto the bed releasing you but only for a moment.

"Bend over on the bed. Face the mirror" He demands, you are panting and needy and you listen far too quickly. Sober you would be begging for a little pushback. Tease him. Banter. Anything. Not this time, you just wanted to be fucked. He get behind you watching himself in the mirror, watching your anticipation on your face and it seems to make it worse. He needed you more than he needed air.

He places himself at your entrance and wastes no more time shoving into you. Slamming into you until his hips rests against your ass. The moan that escapes your lips is so lewd that he wishes he had recorded it. He wanted that moan imprinted on his fucking skull.

"Shit Doll, you like it when I shove into you like that don't you?" He asks "What a fucking whore. To like it like this."

"Please move, I need it" You whine

"Dolls don't get to talk" He tells you "Unless it's my fucking name don't say shit"

He shoves a thrust into you making you yelp at the pleasure. Your brain is fuzzy from the weed and the pleasure. You white knuckle the sheets in front of you. His pace picks up, slamming into you like it is all you are there for. The sound of your bodies slapping together and the squashing sound from your slickness. It almost is louder than your panting moans.

"Shit Dollface you feel so fucking good" He groan punctuating the words with hard thrusts he reaches forward grabbing your hair and forcing your head up. "Look at how good you look getting fucked like this"

"Keegan" You moaned which makes his eyes practically roll out of his head.

"Fuck say it again"

"Keegan" You whine

"Just like that Doll. Fuck you feel so good. I missed this tight pussy so fucking much" He growls as he slams harder into you. His other hand moving to your hips calloused fingers digging hard into your hip. "Tell me how much you missed my cock"

"So fucking much kee" You answer, too fast which makes him laugh aggressively pulling you flush against his chest by your hair, ignoring your yelp and sharp exhale. His hand on your hip moving to cup one of your breasts. Moving your hardened nub between his fingers.

"Open that fucking pretty mouth Doll" He orders, you do "Stick out that tongue"

You do that too He spits in your mouth, and groans as he watches you face.

"Fuck you're such a whore. Look at you." He says forcing your head back to the mirror. You take in your cock drunk appearance, far too high and dumb from his dick to focus on your imperfections. Just how lewd and pornographic the scene is. He is thrusting into you so hard and at a punishing pace that leaves you panting harshly. "Look at how well you take this fucking cock Doll. How well do you take it tell me"

"Keegan" You whined not knowing how the fuck you were supposed to reply. You couldn't form a single intelligent thought if you tried. How the fuck were you supposed to reply to that. He shakes his head yanking on your hair again spitting in your mouth again.

"Answer the question. How well do you take my fucking fat cock?" He asks

The whimpers coming from your lips turn into mewls as you attempt to figure out an answer for him. Growing impatient he shoves you back into the bed, pressing your face into the mattress as he picks up his pace. His hand moving to the base of your neck to keep you firmly on the bed but allow you to breathe. His thrusts become erratic and uneven and his moaning turning further into whimpers and groans.

He reaches under you with his other hand ribbing circles into your clit which ignored before so rudely. The waves of warmth and pleasure that radiate through you could have melted the artic. Tightening that ball of tension in your core that threatens your release.

"Fuck you perfect fucking doll. I need you to cum all over me. Come on be a good girl for me. Cum on me" He tells you "You are so fucking perfect you fucking whore. Cum on me"

The stars you see ripping through your vision as your orgasm shatters you remain even as the orgasm passes. They remain in your vision as you clench around him. Tightening further which makes him curse under his breath. Pulling him so close to the release he's needed for months. The release he denied himself in the shower.

"Good fucking girl. Good fucking doll." He grinds out, punctuating the words once again with his hard thrusts. He doesn't last much longer "The answer is so fucking well. You take this dick so fucking well"

The sensitivity in your clit ignites further, unsure on the cause. Weed, his words, his finger still messily slipping around your soaked folds as he fucks you so hard you can't think. You don' t know but you feel yourself building again.

"Kee, cumming" you announce and scream his name and profanities into the mattress. He moans feeling your walls clench around him again. Throwing him off his cliff and his orgasm is so intense that he forgets he still has you in his grasp. Not really forgets but forgets that you are a person for a moment

"Oh fuck" He grinds out through it, his hand on your folds moving to your hips and shoving them into the bed into bone prone as he pushes into you his grasp bruising and hard "Oh fuck Fuck"

He fills you, so much escapes into you from the months he has spent without. His energy depleted and his craving sated.

"Good girl"

**AfterCare**

When he pulls out of you and his mind comes down from it's high he realizes how rough he went near the end. He rolls you over onto your back checking your face for any signs of discomfort.

"You did so good for me. Was I too rough?" he asks you shake your head.

"I should tease you on missions more often" You say, he chuckles and then gets up grabbing a water from the minifridge in the corner. Put in for this reason. He hands you a water with no words. You know to drink it. He walks to the dresser to grab himself boxers and you a pair of his shorts. He stops when he see's the blunt's butt and the lighter he looks back at you. Guilt sweeping through him.

"Are you stoned right now?" He asks you freeze and nod slowly. "Baby I wouldn't have if I-"

"I'm fine Kee, I liked it" you say with a giggle he doesn't like it still he sets the shorts beside you helping you clean up the mess he made of you. Lightly kissing you everywhere he can. Every bruise he could see you would have he kissed pressing an ice back from the fridge against it. Whispering how good you did. How beautiful you looked. How precious you were to him Praising you more than usual because he felt bad. You didn't. You were so utterly fucked you knew you would think about it forever. Those sex flashbacks were going to hit different.

[benny-the-killer-kangaroo]

Dear old people (specifically old ladies) at church.

STOP. FUCKING. TOUCHING. ME.

Do NOT touch my shoulders

Do NOT touch my back

Do NOT touch my arms

Absolutely NOTHING about my physicality gives you consent to touch me. I secluded myself on PURPOSE. That does not give you an excuse. Yes I have my earbuds in. It’s super fucking loud and I have misophonia so leave me the FUCK alone.

If you want my attention, gently wave in my line of vision. Do not grab me or tap my shoulders.

The other day I was at a cousins bridal shower. I also have really bad claustrophobia in crowds, so I was backing up into a corner. And this BITCH blocked off my only exit and kept trying to touch my arms.

GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME AND ASK BEFORE YOU TOUCH PEOPLE FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS HOLY.

Rant over back to memes now :)

[wallieclock]

Third times the charm

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Look guys! Can you BELIEVE Juanaflippa came back and they're all finally happy ? (ver. without frame+background in read more)(also me talking about my designs abit because i am 💥💥💥💥autistic)

-You may be wondering why Mariana isn't in his one-punch cosplay? It is because I drew it and hated it. I'll draw him in it one day

-The missing gloves are because i forgot

-You may also be wondering why I gave Flippa a halo but no horns. It is because her face already felt cluttered to me, But still wanted an indication that this was post-second death

-They all have little jewelry that clicks together because they are familia (Mariana's necklace is the biggest piece, than Charlies bracelet than Flippas)

-Charlie gets square eyes because he is. Slime

-^^^ I see charlie as like a full slime that can change shape REALLY well. When he gets stressed/isn't around people for a while he gets.... smudgy(During his murder arc he looked human and had human colors but they were all smudged like if you took a wet canvas and poured water on it) (during exile he was pretty much all green and didn't keep shape very well)

-Mariana's heart pin says '#1 bitch wife' the other one is just sunglasses emoji. I genuinely dont know why.

-Charlie's glasses and communicator are broken because he is :D

-Mariana's scars are from setting himself on fire

-Not many notes on Flippa. She's perfect (a bit horribly traumatized but whatevs)

-First time drawing them both so I would change some things (make charlie more slimy, give mariana a scarf or smthing to replicate his cape)

These guys have. A hold on me.

[lazy-toad]

Periodically I have this dream where for whatever dream logic reason I am forced to Go Back To Church, and I often throughout the dream, and upon waking up feel the urge to slip back into the good little Mormon girl role, and it always fucks me up. like, is this my brain subconsciously telling me that I should go back to church? That i should just be a girl? That I would be happier doing so?

[tshifty]

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[exmojoe]

not even taking into consideration all of the other shitty things missionaries (literal children) are subjected to, the church really has zero regard for their physical health.

One of my friends (who is literally serving one state away) stopped getting her period for 9+ months (no it wasn’t pregnancy) and her mission doctor didn’t do anything about it. It was “no big deal.” Never mind the fact that she has a serious health condition that could have caused and been exacerbated by this.

She also has dietary restrictions and is hardly able to eat because the mission president won’t do anything to ensure that ward members can effectively accommodate said dietary restrictions. Meaning she’s been malnourished for almost two years

Another one of my friends got malaria twice in one year and was only recently allowed to come home because his health got so bad. And even when he was still out he was expected to go right back to proselytizing as soon as he wasn’t actively sick.

I’ve had missionaries serve in my childhood ward who have gotten any and all heat related illnesses because some idiot thinks it’s smart to let people bike for hours on end in Arizona summers (100-120*F) . And again the mission doctors don’t do anything/give shit advice

One missionary that served in my ward developed a ton of chronic illnesses (serving in a “first world” country). She also developed intestinal issues (that she still has) and had to spend the rest of her mission in our ward because it just so happened there were two families in the ward that had kids with the same issues and we could properly feed her

One of my friends companions literally got hit by a car, and again, it was “no big deal”

These are just a few of the examples I could think of. And there’s always those mission stories from seminary teachers about being attacked/stalked/etc. I mean the freaking Saratov Approach exists. while I’m sure a lot of those stories are seriously exaggerated, the church does not care about the well being of its members at all. Let alone it’s missionaries. Children that they isolate, overwork, and micromanage/control for two years

[criticalrolo]

not to be dramatic but there’s nothing cringier to me than neoliberal Mormons who will post Zingers online about how they’re Cool and Accepting, not like those other Mormons!! and at the same they’re paying 10% on every dollar they make to a wildly homophobic cult that is already worth trillions. there’s not enough instagram comics and Epic Comebacks in the world that will outweigh the actual material harm they do to gay people by continuing to actively support the Mormon church

[musingsofadepressedgay]

Any one else think there just might be some issues with teaching kids to unwavering follow authority figures even when the thing they are asking you to do seems detrimental to your own health because they know better

Cause I think I am experiencing some negative side effects

*this post was sponsored by the 'very easy to manipulate' group

[isalisewrites]

Listen, it's that time of the year again! The biannual bullshit in the form of 10 hours over the course of two days called the Mormon General Conference has begun and I'm forced to watch since I'm a PIMO Mormon (physically in, mentally out). This means a bit of an interruption to my usual writing, fandom, Tomarry, Legend of Zelda, and general gay shenanigans.

However, this is the first time where I'm emotionally and spiritually in a powerful, stable place and I'm officially unaffected by these talks. (I still like to bitch about them, tho, haha) They don't wound me like they have done before. They hold no power over me now. I remember how deeply affected and spiritually wounded I felt in April 2022, weeks before my "shelf" would break and my faith finally deconstructed to its end. But even General Conferences afterwards, I would still feel sickened by the talks.

I'm free of their spiritual shackles on my heart and soul.

I'm sorry, but it's become glaringly obvious that these men have nothing truly good to say. When you're in it, you don't see just how vapid and empty their words are. There's nothing of substance. There are no solutions. No. Reading scriptures and praying and "following the covenant path" are NOT solutions.

These men have no power and no authority. They are too old to make true change, just like the politicians in our government. We're taught they have the power of god, but they don't. Sorry, gentlemen, but you're nothing in comparison to my own uterus, which ACTIVELY wants to kill me. I don't fear you. I have no fears. You are weak in the face of my unwavering strength and peace as an unbeliever, who has no absolute answers about the nature of life and death.

I have peace you can't comprehend.

After all, if there is an afterlife where we must face our actions with our fellow humankind, I'm confident in my personal integrity. I am filled with sass, but I am kind and loving. Those who know me know this.

You... however... there is need for concern.

After all...

Where is your integrity when you protect and hide the vast variety of abusers?

Where is your integrity when you actively suppress women, demoting their status to ONLY wives and mothers?

Where is your integrity when you hate and turn on your LGBTQ+ siblings and deny them access to your heaven?

Where is your integrity when you lie and hide the dark truths of the origins of Mormonism?

Where is your integrity when you point blank lie about the wealth accumulated, to the point the American government FINED you for it?

Where is your integrity when you use that wealth to buy commercial properties?

Where is your integrity in the lack of building homeless shelters, schools, parks, or whatever could enrich and protect the local communities?

Where is your integrity when you spend millions of dollars on gilded temples in favor of the dead when the living sit homeless, exposed to the elements and without food, in the streets a block from those doors?

True integrity is a strength of self. My integrity demands of me to call out the bullshit and the lies; it tells me to remain calm in face of those who refuse to see my true heart, who claim that I am the one without light. I remain unaffected when those I love lash out at me because I no longer align with their thoughts and beliefs.

If you cannot see my heart, then it's clear you're the blind one.

"Christian kindness is not a substitute for integrity."

This is a contradicting statement. True integrity cannot be without kindness and love. No kindness? No integrity. No exceptions.

True integrity is NOT where you avoid "criticizing the doctrine or the culture" or the leadership in Mormonism.

What hypocrisy.

[2pen2wildfire]

"The Crayon Song Gets Ruined" is the LDS church's only good contribution to society

[elposting]

look it’s connor mckinley, chris thomas, kevin price, james church, and arnold cunningham irl!

[panicbones]

i think one of the biggest most egregiously contradicting shit religion wise ive seen is big ass (christrian esque) churches actively putting up wards against homeless people. bro i thought your whole thing was helping the needy what the hell is this