November 23, 2002 7:41 PM GMT
Yesterday I was in the chat room and something interesting happened: the doorbell rang and I went to see who it was, and it was two young guys in suits - the obvious sign that they were Mormon missionaries.
I was wearing a long loose-fitting light purple floral dress, just the sort of thing that a Mormon woman would wear to church! I answered the door and they started in on their usual routine. As the conversation went on, I informed them that their church would never accept me. They couldn't figure out why - then, I realized that, in spite of my voice, they had not read me.
Then I said, "You haven't figured it out, have you?" They were confused. So I told them that I am transgendered. Blank stare. Then I told them that I am a transsexual. Blank stare. Finally, I had to get obvious. I told them that I was born male but that I am in the process of becoming a woman. They looked rather surprised. They asked me why I wanted to become a woman. I explained a little about the scientific theories, but I said that it is difficult to explain. I am sure it is difficult for many of us to explain; it is just the way we are.
I got into my usual argument of science vs. faith (which I won't repeat here - that would go on forever), at which point they seemed to despair of ever "saving" me. I refuted their usual circular arguments and sent them on their way with a parting thought.
A few days ago, I attended a memorial service and candle light vigil for people who were murdered because they were transgendered. I told the missionaries about the service and told them that the reason many of these people were killed was hatred stirred up by religious intolerance. They had no comeback.
While I argued vigorously with them, I was very polite and I assured them that I accept their right to believe as they do, but that I also have the right to live as I please. Although it was tempting to try to freak them out, I instead chose to be polite, to show them that people like us are not scary. If I was lucky, perhaps I opened their minds a little. At any rate, I probably gave them something to talk about with their friends.
After they left, I went back to the chat room and told everyone what had just happened. They seemed to get a kick out of it. It certainly made my day!
Heather H.
November 25, 2002 11:02 PM GMT
Now, now, ladies:
Be kind to the nice Mormon missionaries. It's not really a matter of passing or not; all one needs to do is breathe on their glasses and they will get quite foggy. (The missionaries, not just the glasses. After all, 18 months to 2 years with no sex...
)
And, while they are not my favorite target, they are certainly the easiest targets to aim for. They ride bicycles here...
...and thus are easy to hit with the Princess Flyer. ;D
(This posting did say "Fun with Missionsaries", didn't it?)
Luv 'n hugs,
"Leadfoot" Jayne Sakura :)
"Almost-Angel, T-Girl Genius, and Ultra-Flirt"
November 25, 2002 8:13 AM GMT
Hehhee
Maybe I should start with policemen and missionaries...
hugs
Laura
November 24, 2002 7:39 AM GMT
Hi Heather
Jolly well done, old girl! Still think you might learn the lessons of Empire; Missionaries are for eating. ;D ;D ;D
Stevie - isn't your middle "m" redundant?
Hugs
Sarah
November 23, 2002 9:47 PM GMT
Well, at least you know you pass with Mormons. http://mywebpages.comcast.net/fashionlab/Images/Smileys/Wink01.gif