Cheesypunlord

content warning: homophobia, transphobia, mention of a mass shooting

In 2016, When I was 16/17, my mom made me go to one of those super fancy youth conference things. I don’t think the acronym was EFY, but I cannot remember to save my life what it was actually called. It’s kind of nice, actually, that I can’t because it goes to show how far removed I am from it all. But it was at BYU in Utah and was three days long. We stayed in the dorms and did all sorts of stuff.

It was a lot for me , to say the least. I was a queer teenager with a queer partner. I still mostly believed in the church, but the cognitive dissonance was brutal even before this conference. I always sort of felt like