Today I’m flying to San Francisco to speak to gay and lesbian Mormons in the Bay Area. The gathering will be Sunday night at a chapel in Menlo Park. Here’s a link to the invitation: LINK
I give a lot of speeches to a wide variety of audiences around the U.S. Rarely do I spend as much time preparing as I’ve spent for this one. I’ve talked with many gay Mormons and their respective family members about their experiences. I’ve talked with Mormon clergy from around the country, and in one instance I even drove all the way to Connecticut to speak to face-to-face with one whose personal views and experiences on this topic I value above all others. He told me that this is “the defining issue for our faith in our day,” and he encouraged me above all else to leave our gay brothers and sisters with a message of “hope, love, and encouragement.”
It was hard not to feel sad. Lydia and I entered the lobby of L’ Hermitage, a boutique hotel in Vancouver, British Columbia. We’d been living there for a week in an apartment while spending our days on the movie set for Little Pink House. But the real fun happened at night. Roaming a nearby street market, buying fresh foods. Cooking late night meals for her. Dining in. Watching TV. Going to bed whenever.