Why are exmormons so sexy?
Because we used to be Mormons. Duh.
Just look at what I stumbled upon after a cursory Google search:
And speaking of navel-gazing …
And now look here, I’m going to be blunt about it, and I don’t give a sh-t about the fact that fashion-conscious Mormons will look down on me for my dungarees, my disaffection, or this declaration:
God is imaginary. Sexuality is real. It is a red-blooded emotion that flows naturally through my veins and reminds me that life is beautiful and that I’m happy to be alive.
Why are exmormons so sexy? Because we’re alive. So let it be written, so let it be done.