November 11, 2015
Dear Elder Oaks,
You probably don’t remember me, but we met when you visited Oakland last February. At my father’s suggestion, I had driven up from school that Sunday morning to hear your remarks.
There was no way you could have known this at the time, but I had spent a lot of time during the previous few weeks wrestling with my sexuality. I had not yet told anyone that I was gay, but had come to at least personally accept that part of my identity. The weekend you and I both came to Oakland was the first time I had come home since reaching this understanding. To be honest, I don’t remember much of what you talked about, because I was too anxious about my future, family, and faith to pay full attention to the speakers that day.
When I finally came out to my family a few months...
September 4, 2015
You can listen to the interview here, or on the Nevada Public Radio website.
August 2, 2015
When I became an Eagle Scout four years ago, nobody knew I was gay — I was still in the process of accepting it myself. If I had told anyone, I would not have been given the award, despite a decade of involvement with scouting, countless hours with dozens of volunteers installing a garden at my elementary school and more than a hundred nights camping in the California wilderness.
Becoming an Eagle Scout was one of my proudest achievements as a teenager. My parents were thrilled as I was presented with the award in the Mormon chapel where my dad, the bishop of our local congregation and a former scoutmaster, had received his. As I thanked my peers and leaders for their support, I spoke from the same pulpit where a few years earlier, a letter had been read announcing the church’s decision to intervene in the battle over...
July 17, 2015
Well, I made a blog for some reason. Actually I made a website and the blog was enabled by default so I kept it.
Anyone who knows me knows that I’m not a very frequent written communicator. When I lived in Panama for a summer as a volunteer with Amigos (pictured), I sent one letter home during the entire summer — to my parents’ great dismay (not pictured). So there’s a solid chance I may not post here again.
But if I do end up with something interesting to share and some time to write it up — or more realistically, if I’m supposed to be writing a paper for school and want to procrastinate — maybe I will. You never know who might be interested… Actually I do know. Hi Mom. Hi Grandma. Thanks for reading!