I can't be straight and I refuse to be a chasten woman. I don't want a chaste marriage. I want passionate love not a boring, white picket fence marriage. That may have worked in the 1950s. But it is not the 1950s. There is more to life than faith in Christ. I can't be them so I am myself. With all my sanity I refuse to be them. I refuse to be them because I used to be them. Ignorant and thinking all there was the church. In the metaphorical closet I was insane, thinking I was trapped there forever. Then I found my people at college. I came out the closet and fully became me.