1. I found a paper my ex had written on why socialism/communism=devil=non-Mormon (the word 'Satan' was used...in an academic paper) and capitalism=God=Mormonism. That's a lot of weird conflating, y'all. And if there is a God, I doubt he/she cares much how we make our money.
2. I was in a mall with same ex (he was really crazy) and he wouldn't enter the Victoria's Secret with me to buy a bra because 'there was pornography on the walls.' We were engaged, not casually dating. Later, he told me he wished I looked like a Victoria's Secret model (I'm short and thin, but he wanted tall, thicker, plus fake breasts) and that plastic surgery was a positive for him. So 1) being gay is wrong because it's 'unnatural' but breast implants are great, and 2) porn is wrong, looking at Victoria's Secret models even for a fleeting moment is wrong, but wanting your wife to look like walking 'porn' and emulate 'porn' is good.
3. I had some sort of trashy random magazine I grabbed at the airport (Cosmo or Elle or Seventeen or something) on my bed at my ex's family's house. His mom found it and CALLED MY MOTHER (I was 23) to tell her that I 'was using pornography' at their home.
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I'm getting a Rush tattoo as soon as I leave BYU and save up enough money :) I told you that because I know you care and it's totally relevant to the thread :)
I heard a first-hand story recently of a young tbm bride who had boudoir photos done before marriage, put them in an album, and gave them to her husband before the reception. Literally turned herself into pornography and was so excited that her husband looked at it and was horny all through their reception.
"The Graduate" had just been released in theaters(I know, i'm old). The song Mrs.Robinson was playing on the radio in my room. My mother came into my room and started yelling at me, demanding that I tell her what that song meant. She was off her rocker crazy.
I had no clue what the song was about. It was the first time i'd heard it, and I certainly hadn't seen that dirty movie that everyone was in such an uproar about.
I watched it on TV a couple years ago. What a cornball movie that was. I can't believe so many people were so upset about it. It came across as a bad High School play.
The porn story I do have is when my TBM ex-husband's former roommate who was a Utah Mormon living in California at the time destroyed the porn my ex left on top of the VCR instead of hiding it in his room. They got into a huge fight over the destroyed porn, and as this was shortly after I married my ex, I was there for the entire fight.
Last I heard, that former roommate was back in Utah, as he and his family were from one of the Mormon towns north of Salt Lake City.
I remember back when the Pamela Anderson / Tommy Lee video was released on playboytv. The wife and I watched it, for some reason we recorded it on the vcr.
A few years later a friend was looking over my tapes and saw it. His wife was away for the weekend so he borrowed it. When he was done he took the vhs tape and hid it on top of his tv stand. His wife found it the next day, then found some scissors and cut the tape.
Same friend wasn't allowed to listen to rock and/or roll, top 40, ect because according to his wife it was of 'the devil'. So when ever he got out of the car had to turn the volume down, change the station to country, KSL or BYU radio or another 'safe' station. I always laughed at him, 'I'm in trouble, forgot to change the radio again.'...
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Well? Did you actually marry this guy? Was he your ex-fiancee or your ex-husband?
If so, did you get the implants?
I just bought a nice-fitting bra from Victoria's Secret for Valentine's Day, I needed a new one, and will have fun wearing it, even though no one will ever see it but me. (I have no SO, and live in a house full of kids.)
My point is, you should never get implants for anyone except yourself. You are the one who has to go through all the pain, and the recovery, and the subsequent corrective surgeries, and the usual upkeep surgeries every 7 years or so. My ex-husband's woman has had 6 breast surgeries (well, really 12). She had to have silicone scraped off of her, and she said it was very painful. The silicone destroyed some of her muscles. Now she has two giant salt-water bags, that hang down almost to her waist. Not an attractive look.
Oh Lord, no. I broke up with him less than two months after that. Never got married.
I'm now married to a nevermo. He would hate it if I got implants. I called my ex an asshole even at the time. Implants are fine if they're what you want, but huge boobs would look ridiculous on me anyway; I'm so short I'd probably topple over forward.
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My most memorable moment (I've told the story before, and hope you're not tired of it) was when I was on my mission. I was doing "splits" with a brand new elder from Ephraim, Utah. We lived outside of Lugano, Switzerland, and had to commute by train to the city to work. The train station is on a hill, and you have to take a funicular down into the city. At the bottom of the funicular is a magazine kiosk, where the German magazine "Stern" is always on sale. They often have bare-chested women featured on the cover. When he looked and saw a dozen magazines with titties on the cover, he went berserk and grabbed the lot of them and angrily threw the magazines off the platform onto the tracks. The vendor then went berserk and a small crowd started to form, and so I hopped down onto the tracks and quickly picked them back up and put them back on the rack, apologized to the man and told him I was sorry, but the other missionary had mental illness problems (it turned out he really did), and hurried away. The church should be thankful that it was pre-missionary badge days (late 1960s), so people mostly didn't know who we were.
I was in the Swiss Zurich mission a few years later. I had heard about some of the exploits of the wilder missionaries. One was that Playboys were frequent reading material. One day in cleaning out an old "pad" I found a small, old suitcase. In the little pocket inside I found a strip of paper about 1/4' wide, about two feet long. I unrolled it and found that it was from a centerfold. The person who cut it down to the narrow little strip had managed to get on it all of the major attractions of the pinup from head to toe.
When I was a little kid, maybe a third grader, one of my chores was to fold and put away my mom and dad's (active, temple going, position holding TBM's) garmies and socks. (I remember that I was instructed to treat the garmies with respect and never let them touch the floor.)
One day, I looked through the rest of my dad's dresser drawers, and found a stack of Playboys, condoms and lubricant. I actually borrowed one of the magazines and showed it to a neighborhood boy, and then replaced it in the stack. Naughty girl!
It was an odd thing to reflect on during future lectures about sexual morality. Mixed messages, for sure.
I am glad my parents loved each other, and had a good sex life at one time. But when I think about how they turned around and tried to teach me - these things (birth control, porn) are not appropriate for Mormons, I just shake my head.
I offered to give a missionary a blow job when I was in college. He grinned, and said "what's that?"
That should have made me think before I married a RM (WTF was I doing). Our wedding night was a nightmare. I practically had to pry his clothes and garments off of him. He was mortified. I was furious. The first of many, many horrible nights of sex.
One of the other missionaries in our District who was soon headed home talked about his desire to get married. He was concerned about being able to have children and wanted to be sure that both he and his fiance were fertile. Rather than produce a sperm sample in the typical way, which would require impure masturbation, he explained he would have the doctor stimulate semen release through digital rectal insertion. I wonder what the doctor told him. "Jack off!" maybe?
Sis txts me this, and I quote: "At the gym this morning I saw and reported sex/porn scene on History Channel (who knew that channel??). They came and changed it! Made me feel good to stand up to it. xo"
Yah, Utah/mormons have issues. On the plus side, I just ordered cable. HC here we come!
displays, but I never hear a peep about Sonobello commercials. Those bodies have nearly nothing on and they aren't pretty. I guess they don't associate that with sex.
I thought this was something funny to do with porn. I worked with these 2 guys. One of them had a library of porn videos. The guy I worked closest to borrowed one of his tapes and was watching it one night while his wife was at R.S. Lightning struck and the video got stuck in the VCR (this was YEARS ago). The wife also used the VCR during the day for her preschool and so he had to tell her what happened. And then take it to a shop in Utah to get it fixed. This was back when VCRs were $500, so he couldn't just go buy a new one easily.
Not porn, but a few years ago my parents came to visit and I took them to the local barbeque place, which was featured on an MSNBC list of best restaurants around the same time. As we finished eating, I noticed they sell shirts, and said hey, we should get some. My mother refused because the name of the restaurant is "Black Dog Smoke and ALE House." Eating at a place that sells craft beer was fine, but you would think that word was the scarlet letter on a shirt.
Someone gave my mother a T shirt that said "Freddy Fudpuckers" across the chest.
She wore that thing every where. Picture a very prim slightly overweight TBM in Red stretch pants, big white tennis shoes with a Freddy Fudpucker t shirt on.
I did my best to never be seen with her. I tried to hide it once and she about came unglued. Zero fashion sense.
Well I'll never forget the time when my Mom came up to visit me once when I attended BYU. I suggested we go take in a movie. She hopped on the back of my motorcycle and off we went to the University cinema. My poor Mom had no idea what was in store but she was a good sport. The movie that night was a newly released feature that I knew little about but wanted to see, The Graduate.
My mother would have walked out of there and drug me out with her. She couldn't handle the song let alone the movie. This is the same woman who wore the Freddy Fudpucker shirt everywhere she went.