Whoa, man, it had nothing to do with kids or living in remote parts of the world...as a teenager/20-somethinger I lived in house where metal was considered the devil, literally.  I had to hide crappy cassettes that I made by recording stuff off the radio, and tape them to the back of my furniture with the hopes that no one would find them.  When they were found, they got tossed after rather unpleasant confrontations.  By the time I moved out (or rather, BOLTED in my late 20's) none of my friends or colleagues were into metal, so my JP-ness stayed in the closet for years...until now, at 43, and if that makes me a loser, TOO FREAKING BAD...'cause life is too freakin' short and I gotta be who I am....even if my 10-year-old daughter and husband think I'm a wackjob headbanger (they are into dance music, help me now, but at least I let my kid listen to what she likes!)  So even if I go alone when they come, and get stuck banging my head solo with my fist in the air alone, I'm going to see Priest.