|| Levi S. Peterson, "Trinity." The Canyons of Grace: Stories.
Orion Books: Midvale, Utah, 1982, pp. 27-34. Republished by University of Illinois Press, 1982, pp. 27-34.
Across the aisle was a handsome blond young man who swayed with
the lurch of the tram. Languorously Jamie allowed his eyes to
return time and again to the face of the youth, whose cheeks were
round and full and whose brows made a striking arch over his clear
blue eyes. All at once Jamie felt a surge of horror. Without warning,
he had understood the mystery of his life: he desired men.
|| Michael Fillerup, "The Seduction of H. Lyman Winger." Dialogue:
A Journal of Mormon Thought, 29 (2) Summer 1996, pp. 155-175.
Curtis shook his head sadly. He looked disappointed, hurt. "You're
comparing apples and oranges, Bishop."
Lyman charged, head-down, fists clenched, reminiscent of his high
school football days. Curtis stood his ground, unflinching, and
Lyman pulled up short of plowing into him. They were nose to nose,
Lyman inhaling Curtis's garlicky breath. "How? How is it different?
How are you an apple, me an orange? You people don't want equality,
you want preference! Asterisks! Special house rules."
"You've got a choice, we don't. You choose to be single."
"How do you know? Suppose I'm born a eunuch--where's my choice?"
"I'm part of God's creation. This is my sexuality, not my cross
|| Johnny Townsend, "Rapture." Dialogue: A Journal of Mormon
Thought, 28 (2) Summer 1995, pp. 153-160.
And Robert. Patty Lou looked at him again. He was sweet enough,
but two years ago he'd told her he was gay, and, well, these things
were just too confusing. The church said he was a sinner, but
she liked him. He was the only one in the family who ever asked
her about her life, always taking notes when she told him stories.
He also made negatives of all the family pictures and gave copies
to everyone in the family for Christmas, even giving every family
an extra copy in case they had another child.
|| Johnny Townsend, "Almond Milk."In Our Lovely Deseret: Mormon Fictions. Edited by Robert Raleigh. Salt Lake City
: Signature Books, c1998, pp. 63-84.
"What if I told you that when I prayed and asked God if he
approved of me being gay, he gave me a wonderfully warm and confirming
answer?" Sandro said it sincerely, as if such a thing could have
"Then I'd say you were praying to the wrong source."
Alberto laughed again. "These guys have their minds made up,"
he said to Sandro. "If they don't like the evidence, they just
claim it doesn't exist."
|| John Bennion, "The Interview." Dialogue: A Journal of Mormon Thought 18:2 (Summer 1985), pp. 167-176.
The president cleared his throat again. "We have some professionals
in the Church who have developed certain methods."
Tom started to say something, then he stopped and said quietly,
"I'd be glad if you helped me with them. But I don't think they'll
do any good." He thought. "Do you?" he asked.
The president was silent. "Ah, sometimes they help," he said,
looking down at his hands. "They aren't always successful."
"I don't think there's a cure." Tom realized he was talking too
loudly and he softened his voice. "I am the person I am. What
I need to do is to learn to accept and live with it. I can learn
to control it so that I don't bother anyone with my strangeness."
|| Lindë Knighton, Before Our Journey's Through. Xlibris Corporation, June 2001, 227 pp.
From the back cover:
Emily Lamb: Mormon convert. She survived a mob, and is traveling west to marry a man she's never met. Sariah Porter: Indian and White, with a foot in each world. A leader who can't outrun her past. They cross a continent, and find their true selves on the way.
Romantic friendship blossoms on the Mormon Trail.
"Sariah knew that she had no chance at the Celestial Kingdom after death, but Emily was pure and innocent. She needed only to be married and have children to become as God when she died. Sariah wanted to have a chance at happiness in this life, but could she take away eternal happiness from the woman she loved? Then all thought was pushed out of Sariah's head as Emily's lips touched hers. The joy that filled her was more than she had ever felt at any time in her entire life. Their lips lingered. The kiss was like a warm syrup."
|Gay-Related Fiction by Mormon Authors|
|| M. Shayne Bell, "Miss America at the Java Kayenko." Fantasy and Science Fiction, July 2001, pp. 92-108.
"That's where I'm going," Michael said, quiet. "To the People's Republic of Mars."
"Yeah," I said, not really listening. "Me too." The other top stories
were about the Earth-based people-control crazies closer to home and
their parade of new laws. I clicked on one, but was ready to click
off in a hurry. Congress had that day passed its Just-Keeping-Track
"Gay Problem" Law by a not so narrow margin. Now single men and women
twenty-eight and older had to register with the police. If they changed
their residence or employment they'd have to reregister in two weeks
or face stiff fines. Listed amendments included one that barred single
men over thirty-eight from maintaining off-world holdings. They could
invest only on-world if they wanted to stay American--easier for the
government to track their money, I figured, to control it, to get
their hands on it. The lead substory was about some gay New York designer
agonizing over whether to sell his boutiques on the Moon and Titan
Station or just head out and abandon Earth--the fool, I thought. As
if he had to wonder. He was somebody the new worlds would welcome.
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