Sunday, June 10, 2012


Faber suffers from the appetite that dares not speak its name.
By Barley B. Bratt
LOUISVILLE, KY—To look at him, Marcus Faber (name changed to protect his identity) would appear to be an orthodox Latter-day Saint. He goes to church and to youth activities, he has only two merit badges to finish before becoming an Eagle Scout, and he avoids swearing. But beneath this bright veneer lurks a dark secret—an attraction he battles on a daily basis.

“Some of my so-called friends really tried to twist the scriptures, especially D&C 89, to make my unnatural attraction seem all right,” Faber said. But other, more faithful friends, have been helping him deal with his difficulties. 

“When I told my two closest friends about my . . . well, they were pretty disgusted at first. After all, we had been to scout camp together.  But now they’re helpful.  If we go to a buffet and they see me drifting towards the fruit, they grab my arm, hum a Primary song, and lead me toward the pot roast.”

Though Faber tried to keep his disturbing secret from his parents, one day his mother caught him watching “It Gets Better” videos from PETA. “From the look on her face, I could tell that the puzzle had just come together for her: the family barbecues I had ‘forgotten;’ the stashes of snap peas under my bed; the Peter Singer anthology on my bookshelf. At least she didn’t walk in five minutes earlier when I was drooling over YouTube videos of sizzling tofu.”

“She was pretty brave about it,” Faber remembers, “but I could see it was breaking her heart. Her dreams of a wedding dinner with Vienna sausages, bacon wraps, and a full cutting station might be gone forever.”

Faber has yet to talk with his father about it, though he did overhear his parents discussing his tendencies late one night. Though his father was trying to keep his voice low, Faber could still hear him utter, “This is just the beginning! Soon he’ll be voting Democrat, going to the University of Utah—or worse, studying philosophy at BYU. Who knows what gutter Marcus might end up in!”

“The worst part, though,” Faber gulped, tears shining in his eyes, “was when Dad said, ‘He has to understand that God would not make a person who only wants to eat artichokes, onions, sugar beets, peas, and carrots! Why would our Heavenly Father do that to anyone?’”