I joke around that I studied the Bible to be able to counter anything my bible-thumping, reborn Christian aunt threw at me. She's the one who prayed over my soul because I bought a pair of unicorn earrings at the Salem Witch Museum. She used to be very fundie and proselytized at every chance that she got. She sort of understands why women might feel safer being attracted to other women, but feels that it is because they have been abused by men. Thankfully, she has lightened up a bit over the years, once I pointed out that God had not struck me dead for being a witch or being attracted to women. I don't hide my religion or orientation when I'm with my family, but I don't call a lot of attention to myself, either. My husband and I have worn pentacles to family gatherings, so occasionally someone may comment, but mainly my religious beliefs and sexual preferences are "don't ask, don't tell". When I saw her at my cousin's wedding, she noted that my kids were happy and well-adjusted, and that I seemed very much at peace. She asked if I'd found God, and I said, "Yep; She was in my pocket the whole time. Silly me!" Which she actually laughed at. So Robin at least has a sense of humor and seems to accept my change of religion if not agree with it.