"Mormons Exposed" is one of the weirder websites around. They're ostensibly trying to boost Mormonism, yet they don't seem to have a clue what the religion is about.
They claim their calendar featuring shirtless male models represents "a different side of the Mormon male" . . . though these guys aren't allowed in public without a tie for two years of their lives. They claim they're trying to encourage tolerance . . . of a religion that tries to "fix" gays.
The models themselves aren't exactly rocket scientists. "Matthew says if modeling doesn't work out, he looks forward to finding another career." Good backup plan, Matthew! Way to narrow that down. "James wants to live the American dream and have a nice house filled with pets and a beautiful, loving family." That's the American dream? What happened to the part about meeting Oprah? "Shane fondly recalls giving a blessing to a woman who was bound to a wheelchair because of multiple sclerosis. He says that after being blessed, she felt she had the strength to try to walk again, and was able to do so." Well! Let's see Miss America fuckin' do that.
Still, it's hard to criticize kids who spent two years of their lives as missionaries in impoverished parts of the world. Though maybe this explains why Blues Traveller tops the music charts in Kenya, and why the majority of children in Namibia have twelve moms named "Tina Ann."
Mormons Exposed
Thursday, October 11, 2007
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I was sure the calendar thing was a joke, right? Then I realized maybe it isn't. I'm so confused. There are so many support groups here for the guys who were tossed out as boys and then wind up coming here and winning the Mr. Leather contest, but that's another story. Already missing you for going to Japan -- wait, is this an automated post? Have you already gone?
Mormons are like Amish: when the kids decide to backlash, they backlash. Unlike us ex-Catholics: "Just to get back at those bastards, I think I'll return a library book late, then have sex with somebody after just six dates."
Haven't quite left, George, though freaking out is well underway. Packed my toothbrush, anti-diarrhea pills, a couple spare pair of shoes. I mean, if anything happens to these size 13s I can't just pop into a store.
You're probably gone by the time I write this, but damn . . . I didn't realize that being a follower of Jesus gives you access to the best waxers! Get your chest hair behind me, Satan!! (though, not in an unsightly back hair kind of way)
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