This is Chapter 5 of my story about femininity, sexuality, and faith. Read Chapters 1, 2, 3, and 4 first.
I never really liked calling myself a Christian.
The word felt stuffy to me. It evoked images of stained glass windows, priests in formal robes, and strict rules, none of which were my experience. In short: It made me think of a religion.
I quite disliked religion, and didn’t think of myself as having one. What I had was a “personal relationship with Jesus Christ.”