At night the woods are dark and full of fearful things, but you must go to make your deliveries, to receive and take away from the homesteads and the farther neighbors. And so you take your red cloak around your shoulders, dark hair tumbling out from under the hood, and grip your basket tight as you walk out under the moonlight. The woods are full of long stretches of silence, the night peepers and singing insects having long since gone to bed themselves. Whispers of wind bring snatches of voices past your ear, and you struggle not to listen, to pay no mind to the soft wailing of wolves far distant. Do not listen, your mother told you, once. Not to the wailing of wolves, nor the hooting of owls- and never chase a light down into the swamp, nor eat fairy food. Lest you fall. You look up, and up, and up.
If only I knew. I'm dating a Mormon girl right now but we both understand that it is most likely isn't going to last long. I've read some of the articles linked to by mormonessays.
Otherwise you're just denying them eternal salvation in their eyes. Certainly there are such people in the church, but there are such people in any organization, and I would challenge you to remember that the members are also individuals with thoughts, feelings and the ability to rebel in their own ways. I have learned this painfully with my child growing up in the LDS community. They value femininity, motherhood, and masculinity in men. But that was also a possibility if he had married a non-mormon.