About Me

As has been said, I'm GMP. I'm a young buck, mid-20s and I definitely act my immature age. I am currently a student, but that might change someday, I hope. I'm a faithful-ish, worthy-ish member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints and am proud to be a Mormon, at least most of the time. Currently, I am trying to get out on a mission, a milestone that variously seems unachievable and just within my reach. I love cars with a passion that shouldn't be bestowed on objects; it's sad, but my best love letters and poetry are directed at some of the cars I've owned.

I also have the fun distinction of being gay. I'm not going to call it an affliction or a suffering, although at times it feels like it is. I've never acted out sexually with another man (or woman, for that matter), but my drive definitely lies within my gender. I first became cognizant that I was gay when I was 11 or 12, but looking back, I know that my attraction to men started before I can even remember. I was much more attracted in a humanistic sense to the guys in my classes, but it wasn't until I hit puberty and those attractions became sexualized a little that I understood who I was in that aspect.

I went through most of high school without anyone knowing, at least not officially from me, that I was attracted to men. Rumors occasionally spread about me and a few of my guy friends, and one of my best friends with whom I had a falling-out did all he could to convince the school that I was in fact gay, but no one ever received confirmation from me.

In high school, I also was introduced to pornography and masturbation, which only brought on guilt and paranoia that further isolated me from my friends and family. It wasn't until I got into college that I felt the need to let people into my circle. I told my sister first. She was exceptionally supportive and has ever since been a great source of perspective and faith. In that initial conversation, she encouraged me to see my bishop about my worthiness issues and to be completely honest with him about the nature of the pornography I consumed.

That conversation with my loving bishop started the journey towards mastering and commandeering the decisions I made. I have been blessed ever since with kind, compassionate, and loving bishops who have helped me. I still struggled with pornography for another two years after that, but every time I had a relapse, coming back to church and maintaining the proper perspective became so much easier as my successive bishops and I talked about the Atonement. Suddenly, bishops ceased to be enemies and instead became allies, men inspired and guided to help me, not judge and censure me.

After a few years, I decided it was time to tell my parents about my proclivities. Ever since I became aware of what made me me, I was terrified to let my parents in on it. I saw my mother when her children sinned; she took everything so personally and assumed it was her failure. Her sadness in our sin wasn't an attempt to guilt us. It was more of a pathetic, ignorant impeachment on herself. That sounds harsh to say, as she is and always has been an empathetic, supportive mother, but oftentimes it seemed like she was trying to make her struggles more important than ours. In any case, I was driving to work one day when I decided that I would tell her. My mind turned from hoping never to tell her to knowing that she needed to know in about five minutes. The suddenness of the turnaround is what really convinced me to do it. I knew that the change of mind was really a change of heart.

After work, I called her and asked for an hour of her time. After I asked her to recognize that she had no hand in this and it wasn't a decision anyone made, I dropped what is now known as "the bomb" among my sister, mother, and trusted friends. She was as supportive as I now know I should have expected, but one comment she made scared and angered the hell out of me for a second. She told me about how she's always had inklings about her children and the struggles they'd one day face. She said that she first thought I might grow up to be gay when I was 7 years old and got in trouble for giving a hug to another boy on the playground. For whatever reason, I was infuriated that she would sexualize my 7-year-old self and interpret my affection as something immoral. I was also upset that she never warned me or brought up the subject, especially after such depressing rumors were spread about me in high school.

However, and by the grace of God, those feelings quickly passed and we were able to talk frankly and openly about the prospect of a mission, my previous problems with pornography, and marriage and family issues I'd have to face in the future. Since that conversation almost a year ago, we haven't brought up the subject once, except when she casually and supportively asks about my mission progress. I'm glad she doesn't bring it up, because I know she doesn't understand it; still, I'm glad she knows and I know she prays for me and seeks learning on the subject and that moral support is invaluable.

Since that day when I told my mom, I've also told both of my brothers and their wives, my sister's husband, my father and several trusted, close friends. I am so grateful to always be in a position, wherever I am, that I have a huge support group there for me, cheering me on. They support and love me unconditionally and offer a hug when I need it and a smack on the back of the head when I need it. It is such a blessing.

I also feel that love and support from my Savior. Through all of my doubts and misgivings about life and the Gospel, I have never doubted for even one moment that Jesus Christ didn't love me and suffer for me, so that He could know how to best support me in my times of need. I feel that love daily, even (and perhaps especially) when I am stuck in the throes of sin.

Life is a horrifying, awful, enlightening, strengthening, and awesome experience. The ways in which I've grown have been so poignant. Daily, I feel like I'm on the end of my chain, and yet, the chain never breaks. I often feel like I'm treading the mirror's edge, but if I fall, I know there'll be Someone to pick me up.


  1. My Dad was the branch president when I was a teenager facing these same problems.

    He knew I was gay but didn't let on. He also didn't encourage me when I was of the age to go on a mission either. I joined the Army out of high school instead.

    I don't regret serving a mission as a 19 year old gay boy. I realize now that it would have been too hard to handle the unavoidable attractions and resulting temptations and emotional conflicts that I would have had to deal with.

    I don't want to discourage you from your righteous desires but be aware that your "gayness" will not go away while you serve your mission. You could get paired up with some irresistable guy that would make it very hard to keep your head in the "work" if not something more serious.

    Just be sure.....Adrian

  2. Dear GMP,

    I've been reading your blog for about a month now. I just want to thank you for what you do. I find a lot of inspiration reading your blog and it makes me feel less lonely. I have SGA and I'm in a lot of pain because of it and because of other things. I was baptized when I was 19, even after actively (but not openly) living a gay lifestyle, my family didn't approve at first but they support me; they are very disapproving of homosexuality and it made it hard for me to accept what I felt, and I still cannot come to terms with what I feel or who I am. It was hard for me to join the church because I basically did because I had a massive crush on my missionary but a year later, I found out that my missionary also struggled with SGA and actually decided to live the lifestyle and got himself excommunicated and I had a really hard time with that.
    Anyhow, I don't want to bother with that because you probably don't care about it. I just wanted to say hi and to thank you for your blog and for what you do. When I feel horribly bad, I just read a bit and find a bit of hope to keep going and not do something stupid.

    Once again, thank you,

    not pete.

  3. Okay, I was thinking about tomorrow being that is fast and testimony. ..

    I'm a Landscape Designer. While planting a tree across the street from my house I saw two Missionaries walk up to my door as I said to myself (in a jokingly way said "ha, ha. Nobody's home and went back to planting. An hour or more had passed away when the Spirit told me to "be honest now turn around" the two missionaries were standing there and said nice work. I heard the spirit to be honest so I'd do just that and told the missionaries that I can't be a member of your Church because I'm gay. The Lord spoke to the Elder and said to me. God loveth his childre. IM JOINED

  4. I haven't started reading your blog yet, just the page, and I'm not Mormon, but am Catholic, but I just wanted to thank you. I'm gay too, and I guess I've always known, but it wasn't until the end of middle school that I really figured it out. I kept it secret through high school and college without telling anyone. In college I became a Christian and then specifically became a Catholic. When I was done with college I applied for seminary, which was around the same time that the weight and burden of my secret desires crashed in on me, and I started acting out sexually in secret. That was two years ago, and I ended up not going to seminary.

    Anyway, last week I started the process of letting my close friends in on the secret because I want to live as God desires and I knew I needed their prayers and support so that I don't have to walk alone. So there. Its nice to know that there are people out there who share my struggle but don't feel that their only choice is to act on it. I'm glad I'm not alone.

  5. Hey dude, just another MoHo appreciating your blog. I kind of wish I knew what I know now when I was in high school. I never let myself believe that I was gay until more recently. It's been so reassuring to know that I'm not alone. Anyway, thank you for writing this blog.


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