In a family ripe with Christians of the utmost morality, I, the eldest daughter, am most decidedly the Black Sheep of the family. I never thought it would be me to wear the label. Well….. did I? I always knew I was instinctively non-conforming.

I tried my best, I really did. I am just not made out to walk such a straight path. I am a sexual deviant. I am too open-minded. I don’t have anything against homosexuals; as a matter of fact, I *like* them. Sometimes I’m attracted to women. I like to wear miniskirts. I have a friend who is a cross-dresser. I am not ashamed of my sexuality. I like to drink and sometimes smoke. But I don’t like to judge people. I am a terrible liar. I am sincere. I don’t have hidden agendas and I don’t know how to be selfish.

Still. That is not good enough to enter the Kingdom of God. Oh well. I accept that. Maybe it’s time I went ahead and got that tattoo, and seal the deal. I’m going to hell in a handbasket!