"And she crawls on her belly like a reptile..."
It's probably a self-concept issue with these women who guard their group from interlopers. Your resume is truly amazing and wonderful and it probably blew them out of the water.
People are always worth a second chance in my opinion. Offer them a free bellydancing lesson sometime. The more horrified they are about that and sex therapy, the more they need someone to tease them out of their obsessive attitude.
Just a thought. I grew up in the south and ran the gauntlet through a few groups like that. But man oh man, once they opened up and relaxed there were no better friends. I found myself a tangential "member" of some rather extremist groups and the diversity did more for me than anyone.
On the other hand, if they were real stinkers and rude to you, you don't have to turn the other cheek. It's just that in situations like that I think everyone loses. They lose your sparkling and very funny personality and energy and you lose an opportunity to practice compassion.
Well, okay, I did draw the line at the fundamentalist snake-handling church. They didn't understand me when I asked them if they had bothered to ask the snakes if they WANTED to dance. (It was my Zen period in the sixties where....FAR OUT....everything is a sentient being....Ohhhhmmmmmmm". I was politely asked to leave although they did insist that I still sing Alto for a member's funeral who died from snakebite.
I passed on the singing. We all have our limits.