Hi, I'm J
I'm trans masculine, I enjoy reading, baking, traveling and origami, I have a cat and a dog. I was a mormon.
I was born and raised in the Mormon church. I grew up in Oregon, so I was fairly distanced from the Utah Mormons, however when I was 8 I moved to Arizona, which is basically the thrift store version of Utah. Coincidentally that's where I met my first atheist. Later when I was 12, I moved to Missouri, where I am today.
On the Mormon Spectrum
I always struggled with gender roles in the church. Because I'm trans, gender has always been a big deal for me, even at a subconscious level as aa little kid. I remember looking at the boys passing the sacrament and thinking "Why can't I do that, it shouldn't matter that I'm a girl." That was probably the first time I questioned the church. Growing up I didn't question much, until I was around 12. That's when I moved to a place where the vast majority of my best friends were not in the church. Pretty soon into my 7th grade year I also realized I was in the LGBTQ+ community, and I found out the church's views on it. By the summer before my 8th grade year I was completely ready to leave the church. This want to leave was only solidified by my cousin Jessie, an exmormon, and his older sister Sylvia who's trans feminine and also an exmormon. Jessie and I talked a lot the summer before my 8th grade year and he helped me to really realize that I could have a life outside the Mormon church.