When I was on my mission I was at a district meeting where our Zone Leader was setting up a role-play for us to practice our missionarying skills. The Elder started off by saying, "Sister Frowfrow, you will be a nun and your daughter..." at which point I confusedly blurted out, "What do you mean, daughter? Nuns don't have sex."
My simple declaration of an obvious snafu in his proposed scenario was met with one muted chuckle (from my companion) and four sets of nineteen year old diverted eyes. After the ensuing five second awkward silence the Zone Leader proffered, "Way to be bold Sister Frowfrow."
Mormons are uncomfortable talking about sex, which is terribly ironic for three reasons:
1. We have a lot of it. We have notoriously large families, and I certainly hope by now that we all know where babies come from.
2. We have the most specific, direct mandate that shapes what is and is not appropriate for our sexual behavior of any group I'm personally aware of. If we don't adhere to this code of conduct there are ramifications, immediate and eternal.
3. We are, in our own way, a very sex-positive people. We have our lessons on abstinence and fidelity, but the core is always that we save that experience for our partner because it is so special, wonderful, beautiful and bonding. Still, despite these seemingly obvious facts we somehow find ourselves listening to, or perhaps even repeating the mantra, "Sex is uncontrollable, sex is scary, sex will destroy you, sex is stronger than you ever could be. Avoid it at all costs, then give it to someone you love."
Today I want to suggest that there is a better way, and that there are several issues that arise from this kind of rhetoric. Take for example, this one:
It's an ugly, uncomfortable byproduct of the culture we share that boys and girls, men and women are getting married because they don't want to, "mess up." We're taught that sex is such in incredibly overwhelming force to be reckoned that we we may as well dive headfirst into an unknown eternity to avoid it overtaking us. I had a particularly sexually curious friend who was actually counseled by her bishop that she should, "Just go ahead and get married," when she wasn't even dating anyone--the theory being it was better for her to marry the next Peter Priesthood that came her way than make the colossal mistake of sleeping with the wrong guy. Please tell me you see the irony in this--the terrifying, disturbing, damning irony. And PS, the "next Peter Priesthood" she did in fact marry reportedly now, 5+ years later, has a porn habit and a tough time holding down a job.
This point in the post seems like the right time for me to declare that I agree with the following statement from Elder Holland as it applies to believing members of our faith who take the opportunity to knowingly investigate forbidden paths. "We declare that one who uses the God-given body of another without divine sanction abuses the very soul of that individual...In exploiting the body of another--which means exploiting his or her soul--one desecrates the Atonement of Jesus Christ, which saved that soul and which makes possible the gift of eternal life...Please never say, 'Who does it hurt? Why not a little freedom? I can transgress now and repent later.' Please don't be so foolish and so cruel. You cannot with impunity crucify Christ afresh." (Personal Purity, Jeffrey R. Holland, October General Conference, 1998.)
Are you freaked out? Because I was. No one wants that, and it was partially in order to avoid such a graphic, heinous act as to, "crucify Christ afresh", but also to satisfy a curiosity that had swelled to life impeding magnitude that I married. He drove a VW van, was a returned missionary, grew a substantial man sized beard and said things like, "You are the apple of my eye and the reason some people think I'm asthmatic." That was good enough for me. Besides, when he kissed me I was transported to a world I had never known where all the broken bits of my past were bathed in a golden/pinkish light where their sharp edges only made them shimmer. As far as I was concerned, God could work out the details. (*For a full account on how that hasty decision has impacted my life, check out my other blog, Devout Yet Divorced Mormons.)
But there are some details God doesn't work out for us--some He wants us to work out for ourselves. A healthy relationship with sex, I contest, is one of those things. To me, it all begins with one key shift:
Abandon the fear.
By preaching that women need to guard their carnal treasure and men need to avert their eyes we are instilling within our children/peers/students/friends that this natural, God given desire to build intimacy with another human being, to be loving, kind, curious, open, vulnerable, and to have all that culminate in a sexual expression of love is something fearful. We are promoting the idea that sex--down and dirty, instant gratification, Satan's version of sex is stronger than God's version of marital sexual intimacy. In instructing our children to beware! Guard themselves! Look away! We are adding fear and shame to Satan's list of tools to taint the most sacred, holy, enjoyable, bonding experience known to man.
I get why it's used so often. Fear is powerful, and it works... except for when it doesn't. Depending on a few key factors, like how aggressively the fear card is played by an authority figure, how curious or forthright the child is and how much opportunity is given, fear may or may not work as a means of controlling the behavior of acting in sexual deviance... but we're forgetting something. The whole point of life is for us to become something new, right? The Plan of Salvation is for us to grow and learn and change into better creatures so that one day we can abide a celestial glory-- not for us to be so afraid of punishment that we simply don't commit an act. It's about changing our thoughts, our hearts, our desires, and the way we do or don't do something. If we want the Spirit to work with us, we've got to stop lying about sex. We've got to teach our children this:
At various times of your life, or even the month, week or day, you will want to have sex. The desire will be strong, because it's spiritual, physical and biological. Having sex and all the things that lead up to sex will release chemicals in your body and brain that are scientifically proven to be as powerful as narcotics. Know that this is a part of you--a good, healthy part of you, but know also that you are stronger than your desire to procreate. It cannot overtake you, break you, or make you into something beneath who you really are without you allowing it to. It only gets that kind of play in Nicolas Sparks movies and Satan's game plan (which, by the way, are remarkably similar when you really think about it).
At any given moment in your life, you are the master of your destiny. You can and will make choices. When the time, or more likely times come for you to decide, Will I have sex today? I want you to remember this: you are the only one who can make that decision. You are the only one who will. It's not the media's fault or the responsibility of the boy/girl you are with. It's not your parent's fault for saying too much or too little. It's not something that just happens and it's not something that has no consequence. Look in your soul and identify how you really feel about what it means to have sex, how and when you want that to happen, and know that you are absolutely in control of whether you live up to that standard or not. If you have a weakness, fortify yourself. Set up appropriate safety nets and boundaries to keep yourself on the path you want to be on. Pray for help and surround yourself with good things, but never give in to the damning suggestion that you are a victim to your own body or that a suitable substitute for self control is prematurely diving into an eternally binding commitment with ramifications far beyond the reality you can presently comprehend.
Go for a jog, take up a hobby, reach out to someone in service, read a good book, fill your mind with the endless curiosities of the gorgeous world around you, learn something new, push yourself in another direction until you achieve things you didn't think were possible. There is more to life. There is more to love. There is more to be experienced while you wait for the right time and place to healthily enjoy sex.
Good post! I just wanted to share something a Bishop told my ward at BYU. He told us to date, and date often. He told us to forget the group dates, that we were not teenagers anymore; (except for first dates, it's best to play it safe on the first date to feel out the situation). He told us that he trusted us, and that if we made a mistake, we were capable of fixing it. Now, some time later we were assigned a new Bishop (boundary change) who had an eight hear old child at home. He told us that we were never to be alone with a member of the opposite sex, ever. Different strokes for different folks, I guess. But, advice from that first Bishop about trusting us to keep the law of chastity, and trusting us to fix things if we made a mistake, has stayed with me. I want to teach my own kids the same thing.
ReplyDeleteThis so perfectly describes what I wish I had heard growing up and what I want to tell my baby when she grows up, I think I just may print it out and hang onto it until that time!!
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