I am a leather queen conservative Democrat. I have fifteen nephews and nieces (10 boys, 5 girls) and they all know I'm gay because of my sweet relationship with my parents and my siblings and my out-loud proud-ness (I do have to be polite about the leather-ness, since I a pretty uppity bottom and a very good top).
THUNDERCLAP UNDER THE LINE.
We PKs (preacher's kids) are like TKs (teacher's kids). Everyone knows who your parent are, and one is expected to behave in certain manners. I did not learn the bad words in Eklo, NV, but remember how I was asked if my father swore; no he did not, and while he has learned, he never did. I was a sweet leather queen in training. I remember Elko Grammar School #2; I attended; this is my pre-queer understanding; I also remember the bus the state sent with stuffed aminals, and also recovering my father's cornet, since I'd left it behind and father had asked where I had left it.
I grew up Baptist, American Baptist, liberal baptist. Daddy changed denomiations, but my faith is still American Baptist. My siblings are Methodist (my mother is an ordained Methodist); I chose to not be ordained, since I don't believe.