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Date: February 03, 2012 07:03PM
It's been 20 years since I returned from my mission, and I'm just now starting to write down some of my experiences:
http://exmormon.org/phorum/read.php?2,407018I've always found great joy in irreverence -- before I left on my mission my two favorite comedic films were Monty Python's The Life of Brian and A Fish Called Wanda. Two classic films I will never tire of seeing. Just another example of my life's incongruities while trying my derndest to be a TBM, I guess. I warned of mature content matter in the thread title -- you've now been doubly warned (though from what I can see in my short time on this forum irreverence is not a frowned upon character trait. The horror!)
In the Dominican Republic it was common practice for women to breastfeed in their homes in the company of guests, while feeling no compulsion to cover up during any part of the process. You can image the distraction this proved to be for young men actively engaged in suppressing any sexual thoughts or desires while focusing on missionary work! It was one thing for cute girls/young women/pushing the upper boundaries of milfdom women to pepper you with lewd comments in the streets as you walked by (not uncommon), but quite another thing to have an honest to god bare tit whipped out right in front of your physical eyes! And of course these were not just your run of the mill breasts, these were "My breasts are so enormously swollen with milk right now that if I don't pop one out right now and let a little cream off I might just explode!" breasts.
You can imagine the physical reaction this induced to all but the most steely minded/grandma thinking/baseball loving Elders. Yes, in such scenarios, Little Richard thought it was time to take the stage and let out a "Wheeeeewwwiiiieeee!" There was at least one occasion when a "Where are you hiding the triplets for the amount of milk you look capable of producing" young mother just sat there, after the baby was done, not bothering to cover up, looking at me with a "Do you like what you see?" look on her face. I was trying my hardest to not like what I was seeing, but Little Richard had a mind of his own.
Countermeasures were needed. Countermeasure number 1: before leaving the house in the morning, a jock strap was donned beneath the garms in an effort to hold back the protestor at the gate. When countermeasure number 1 failed to provide proficient suppression, countermeasure number 2 was called upon: The Word of the Lord. Placed Directly on Top of the Wood of the Lord's Servant. All 4 books of scripture, placed firmly on the center of the lap. "Elder, would you care to look up such and such verse from such and such book?" "No, I think I can recount the gist of it."
And of course, if the longer Little Richard lingered longer than the lingering, more lingering was required until the earth was flat enough again for missionary work to resume along the beaten paths of the Dominican Republic.
The crude countermeasures worked as needed, and nothing wrong ever...err, came, as a result of utilizing them. There was one Elder in our mission though, who was reportedly fond of finishing Little Richard's business, instead of the Lord's business, right in the middle of sit down discussions in people's homes. Tit for...That, I guess. After carjacking the zone leader's sedan and taking a self-guided tour through the beautiful locales of the Dominican Republic for several days, he was somehow eventually hauled in and shipped to a stateside mission, which I guess is the land where all impure thoughts and actions go to die.