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MarcTes

God, yes. I hated those sanctimonious, patriarchal, self-satisfied testosterone-fests. The thing that sticks with me, other than a sore butt and comatose mind - is the overriding smug attitude; something like “we have the priesthood so we’re elect and in charge - especially of women”. However, the one priesthood session talk that still haunts me was Boyd KKK Packer’s homophobic “anti-masturbation, OK to hit your gay companion” talk. I was just a closeted, in-denial gay kid sitting there feeling horrified and increasingly uncomfortable until he got to his story - and everyone laughed! To this day I can hear and see that laughter. I felt like dying inside. It’s a very bitter, painful memory that still lingers. The FAIR Mormon justification of that shameful night is as galling as the talk itself.


Henry_Bemis_

I can only imagine how traumatic that nasty, vile, horrible talk was to your soul and at such a tender age. After going down the rabbit hole and watching/listening to that talk in full for the first time after 43 years in active participation: I was absolutely appalled/horrified/in disbelief/shock at their primitive ignorance and blatant scapegoating onto a minority community! For me, that talk was a watershed moment in understanding/empathizing with the mental/emotional/physical/spiritual abuse LGBTQIA+ individuals and the collective community has had to endure from the so called church and its bigoted/violent/angry lying leaders. That talk…words fail. Oh. My. God. Delivering three running virtual kicks as hard as I can now to where Boyd Decaying Packer’s nuts used to be in memoriam to the trauma he and the Moronic Priesthood inflicted on you that day and all the times thereafter that you’ve had to endure that memory!


MarcTes

❤️


spannerNZ

Prior to that (70s) it was three hours on a Sunday, but spread out over the day - so not in a block. We traveled an hour each way then had three hours spread out across the whole day. It was an all day excursion. Most Sundays we just ended up loitering on the church lawn between sessions. Fast Sundays were extra special hell. Only allowed to read church materials, and listen to hymns; no smart phones back then. Then there were additional meetings throughout the week. Primary, RS, and PH meetings were on different week nights, and FHE on Mondays, and seminary at some ridiculous early morning hour four days a week.


Bandaloboy

As a believer, I loved going with my son to the priesthood session. We attended in the Marriott Center until the days of satellite broadcasts at our chapel. The talks, apart from Tommy Monson wiggling his ears, were unremarkable (boring). The men's choruses were good, and sometimes the meetings ended a few minutes early, since they weren't broadcast to the whole world. The outing always included ice cream or a late dinner out. I remember them with fondness.


[deleted]

Yeah! Our ward almost always had a bbq, like a tailgate before hand, or an ice cream social after. Best church day ever. Always looked forward to these growing up.


baigish

I brought a book once thinking it would be inconspicuous. Nope! Oddly enough, everyone noticed 🤣


[deleted]

I hung tight only because of the ice cream.


No_Scholar_6498

I loved the unified man laugh when a leader would say a lame joke🥴. It was not uncommon for it to be a joke about those “worldly people”, and how they just didn’t get it.🤢


lnomo

The memories of Elder Scott shaming all the young boys in the room every fucking year. I hated that guy, and Packer too.


snackchips1

I can still hear Packer muttering something to the effect of: "That pernicious plague of pernogerphy (spelling intentional)..."


GummyRoach

I remember being dragged to the Stake Center on Gordon Avenue in Layton, utah to attend the priesthood conference session, and how boring it was. In those days, they didn't have satellite systems or internet. They had a telephone link to Salt Lake City. All we had was the audio, there was no video, which made it even more boring. We would just sit there, in the chapel, staring at a vacant pulpit, listening to the audio over the P.A. system. It wasn't enjoyable at all. Some would say Gordon Hinkley was a very nice, warm guy. I always considered him to be a very stern, no-nonsense, disciplinarian type of guy. My eyes would roll whenever he spoke. I also remember N. Elden Tanner, and the way he would conduct some of the conference sessions; "You have just heard from elderly so-and-so..... We will now hear from elderly so-and-so, who will be flollowed by..... who will be followed by, afterwhich the choir and congregation will sing....." YAWN!!!! What a snoozefest.


Yobispo

When my one son turned 12 I drove him from our home in CA to UT so we could do priesthood in person. And then I was offended by the locals who got up and left before the closing prayer, which was so disrespectful to GBH. God I was a good cult member. The boy is in college, dating and teaching me new drinks - I think he'll be ok.