Mormons and Muslims
The battle between my Muslim upbringing and my male hormones was resolved by Lisa’s Mormon values. One evening, when Lisa and I were sitting close to each other in my basement, she sighed and said she had to do something. She took out a piece of paper and a pencil and drew a stick figure. “That’s me,” she said. And then she carefully traced a circle over the body, leaving her neck and face, her hands and arms up to the shoulder and her legs from the knee down, outside the lines. “Inside is out of bounds” she told me.
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