• shunn

My Mormon missionary memoir is available to pre-order

The community here at LJ seems to be pretty dead, but I thought I'd post anyway to let everyone know that my memoir The Accidental Terrorist will be out this fall.

Revised and expanded from my podcast, it tells the story of how I was expelled from Canada for terrorism as a young missionary.

I'm taking pre-orders now for a signed hardcover edition that will ship at least a month before the retail version hits shelves. And when you buy, you can also create and display your own custom missionary name tag to show your true colors!

I hope you'll pre-grab a copy. I'd love to sign and send you one.


more on gay mormons

Well, mormons' views on gays is part of what made me question the church.. "Wait! I KNOW some gay people, and they're AWESOME! WTF!!!!" 

Anyway.. so I guess that's one of my main focuses here.. 

Apparently a famous mormon blogger came out of the closet, and still swears he's a devout mormon.  While I don't understand the latter part, it makes me SO HAPPY that so many of those mormons are ok with it (via the comments.  

The Weed: Club Unicorn: In which I come out of the closet on our ten year anniversary


Colbert proxy circumcises dead Mormons

My awesome boyfriend sent me this link.  

You probably saw recently how the mormons are (still) baptizing holocaust victims, even though they've promised time and time again to stop (What! They just keep showing up in the database!  Mormon officials are NOT responsible for who their members posthumously baptize by proxy!!!) 

Anyway, this is awesome.  Enjoy. 

Colbert proxy circumcises dead Mormons


Playelder: Apples, Onions and Iron Maiden

[Crossposted to my LJ]

It’s been quite a while since I last posted a Playelder story, and the community has been a little slow lately, so I thought I’d continue my Playelder restoration project. (Some background on Playelder may be found here.) In tonight’s episode, Playelder relives his first encounter with…[dramatic organ chord] Satanic music!

(As before, I have cleaned up the formatting and spelling, and have added footnotes for the benefit of those blissfully ignorant of what goes on behind the Zion Curtain, but have left the essence untouched.)

Apples, Onions and Iron Maiden

Posted by Playelder on December 15, 1998 at 14:17:00

I have nothing constructive, intelligent, or well thought out to add here. Just a stupid story.

As a child it was always a source of extreme embarrassment that I was an expert on music. And not the cool kind that my ultra-chic and -hip friends listened to. No, unfortunately I was an expert on the Golden Oldies and all that Happy Days sock-hop stuff that makes your parents get that wistful look in their eyes as they long to recapture the days of their carefree youth before you ever came along, a twisted wretched result of one night at Inspiration Point in their dad’s ’57 Chevy. And he wasn’t pissed at them so much as because of what they did together, but what they did to the shocks in the Chevy as they did what they did together. Whenever they got that look, I knew that it was time to jet that joint lest I see the dancing, snuggling, necking, petting, and conception of yet another sibling.

My parents had an extremely large collection of their “real music” and I was subjected to it at such a regular basis that I might as well have been raised at Arnold’s. Except there was no cool guy like The Fonz there to teach me how to score on chicks. I knew every song from the golden age of rock and roll and who sung it. I could, and did, sing along to every one of those K-Tel and Ronco Records Presents ads. Buddy Holly, Chubby Checker, Elvis the King, and the older stuff like Patti Paige and Jerry Vail. Let’s not even get into Glenn Miller and Spike and his orchestra. I’m having wicked flashbacks that would rival those of any Vietnam vet.

Collapse )