Posted by:
tokki
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Date: July 12, 2016 10:07PM
Almost two years ago now I moved back to Utah for work after over a decade away. Of course I began to receive visits from members to introduce themselves and invite me to church. I kept politely declining (I admit I forgot about the whole lack of respect for boundaries thing TSCC has going on), but the visits became more frequent until finally I told the bishop that I intended to have my name removed and would like no further contact. Since then, life has been busy and I continue to put off and forget to write the letter and so slowly they've been returning. Over the past few months I've had visits from the deacons to collect fast offerings, the ward missionaries, home teachers, and the elders quorum president.
I work with a group of minors who are currently on probation and work has been really stressful the past couple of days. Over the weekend one of the young men I work with was arrested for a probation violation so I spent my weekend and all day yesterday preparing for court today and then all day today at the courthouse meeting with the arresting officer, the probation officer, and the prosecutor, testifying in front of the judge and then meeting with the three previously mentioned again. I came home around six completely exhausted physically, mentally, and emotionally and I barely made it to the couch on the wall across from my front door before I passed out.
Just after 7 I awoke to my dogs barking like crazy and when I opened my eyes I nearly died. There was someone looking through my front window! I shot off the couch and out the front door and who should I see? The God damned bishop was standing in my flower bed peeking in on me! I lost it and went off on him. I don't recall exactly what I said but it involved something along the lines of "What kind of a person goes around peeking in windows?!" and "I'm gay! I have had multiple sexual relastionships with men and although I'm single now, I plan on having a lot more sex with men in my lifetime! How am I not an apostate?! Shouldn't you get away from me before it spreads?!" I didn't even give him a chance to say anything. I just yelled, walked in the house and slammed the door.
Now that the anger is subsiding I'm feeling a little guilty and embarrassed. Not only did I just treat a man like crap, but I did it in front of a group of my neighbors that were chatting together outside. Mostly I'm just laughing at the absurdity of the whole situation. I guess I won't be invited to any more parties in the neighborhood. I just finished a terse resignation letter that I will be dropping off on my way to work.