#trans lds

I told my classmate today that I was going to mormon prom, which led her to ask me if I was mormon. When I told her I was, her jaw literally dropped. It was obvious that she couldn’t imagine someone like me ( queer af ) being in the church. She has a small perspective of who I am, and a small perspective of what the church is. Unfortunately, they were far too different things in her head, to be seen mixed together. It hurt realizing that some people see the church that way, as this bad thing. I’ve been so fortunate to have a mostly accepting ward and a special place in queerstake, that I’ve forgotten our reputation and our dark history and our not very accepting “brothers and sisters” that when I say I’m mormon to someone, they react like I just came out to them.

I was pondering about trans resurrection tonight and I wondered what it would be like for us. I know many cis (transphobic) lds folks love to weaponize AND assume that verse in the scriptures where is says our "bodies will be perfected" to mean "Trans people will magically revert back to being the gender they had when they were born" but what if they're wrong? All it says is our bodies will be perfected! And, in my opinion, that could mean literally anything. I personally don't believe our loving, merciful Father would reverse the choice we made on earth with the agency He gave us.

Also, food for thought: Jesus has scars. Admittedly, not from being Trans but still; He has scars on His hands, feet and side and that is His Perfect, Exalted Body.

It’s just astonishing that I could’ve had that this whole time. That I could’ve been that happy to be going to church this whole time.

I may not be wearing a tie, but the smile that I wore today just strolling through the halls was all that I needed to feel like me and to feel like I’m in the right place. For the first time I actually got to wear my “best dress” to church and it not be an actual dress.

This may not be my first time dressing formal with pants because my parents have allowed me to do so when going to fsy, church dances, and school dances. But, that was my way of slowly working up towards it and letting my parents get comfortable with it.

Even if i’m not out of the woods yet, that’s okay, because I have hope now that I will be eventually. I wish I could just spread that hope with everyone. I hope that any trans guy seeing this, that did wear a skirt to church today, know someday they won’t have to do that. You’ll be a man someday that makes his own decisions on what he wears and where he goes. I want those trans guys to know that this is temporary. I’ve had a hard time believing that myself. In a world where everyone is so scared of change, we get to be excited for it.