I have mixed feelings about the discussion that’s taking place at my maybe I’m being ex’d post, and I wanted to work out my unease out loud.
Though I’m capable of it, I don’t like rational argument when discussing my personal religious experience. I’m not competitive. I don’t really have anything to prove. I prefer personal narratives, sharing of experiences, touchy-feely stuff. I want to understand and be understood, not argue that one point is better than another. It’s why, for you Bloggernacle types out there, I’ve always felt more at home at feminist Mormon housewives than at Times and Seasons. I made a space for myself at Sunstone by writing and telling stories of my faith struggles.
I think what’s bugging me about the thread is the discussion about oath-breaking. I really really really appreciate people (esp. Kaimi) springing to my defense, or even taking the time to carefully parse out the issues, but I see it as a huge distraction. I resent the institution and its defenders holding me to an oath it roped me into unfairly. It’s not a legal matter. It doesn’t matter what church members think about it.
Listen, everyone: I felt coerced. My experience of the Church is an emotional analog to my own abusive childhood. You cannot argue this. If you want to debate how I experienced this, I will ask you to kindly fuck off. This may seem crude, but I am confident that many of our readers, the ones I typically write for, can relate to how I feel about this.
I write, first and foremost, for the Mind on Fire community. This community is defined by the connections that we make through our posts (on all of our blogs) and comments and conversations and these deepen over time. I’m an exmo. xJane is a former Catholic. Most of my active commenters have left their religions, or been made unwelcome, or been kicked out, or remain but feel marginalized in their doubts and questioning, or are closet unbelievers who continue to attend for family reasons. This blog is part of our church. This is our parish, our testimony meeting, our coffee hour, our therapy couch, our pub. It extends across a network of blogs and facebook friends and twitter followers and (gasp) real life friendships.
So, here’s where I think my rambling is taking me: I’m affirming to myself who my community is, why I write, who I write for, and how I write for you.
I think this is one reason why I’m flabbergasted that anyone would even take offense at the content of this blog. I’m like, DUH. If you don’t like Satan, don’t walk into the Church of Satan. You’re guaranteed to be offended. Why do members of my old ward/stake keep coming back here?
I think I’ve calmed down again. Thanks for listening.