Sometimes I reflect on my life and wonder what it would have been like had my family never moved to Utah when I was 11 years old. For 9 glorious years I lived in northern California in a once small town that was in the beginning stages of evolving into a large city. While my family was, and still is LDS, my closest friends at the time were not LDS. Most of them weren’t even overtly religious. During the time in which I still considered myself to be LDS, I often wondered if I had remained in California, would I, through the influence of these non-Mormon friends, “succumbed” to the evils of the world when I was a teenager? Through contact on Facebook, I viewed pictures of my friends holding beers, displaying new tattoos or piercings, and I knew, without being told, that most of them were experienced in the world of sex by the time they graduated. A part of me longed to have had those same experiences, but the side of me that was still heavily influenced by Mormon dogma, tried to convi...