Humanist atheist, is my answer.
I was raised in a religious family. I'm the only atheist on both sides of the family that I know of. I simply came to the conclusion that faith in what I consider pie in the sky fables, doesn't bring comfort when none of it's true for real life that needs comforting by something as tangible as are the problems that need support, or satisfaction for the joys that are abundant and arrive not by the directive of something unseen.
I know many people who say they hold faith for fear of what may come after life. So in a sense they're living Pascal's wager,which is their prerogative. Personally, I think this life is entirely personal and subjective. That it's all about the perception of the individual living it and everything and everyone isn't an objective happenstance, but rather is perceived through subjective bias depending on what the individual was hard wired to understand about their presence in what is programmed to their understanding of the world.
In essence, if there was a God I'm it. I create at will, I experience the consequences, I enjoy the blessings, and since there are nearly 7 billion other individuals on this planet doing the same, per my perspective, and I'll only encounter what amounts to less than a hand full unto the day I die, it's a matter of a polydeistic reality as well.
In other words, we are all creative power living a human experience as this temple flesh, upon this planet altar, fulfilling the rite and ritual of our choice, praying for and being granted what we work to achieve as our dreams, hopes and desires. We're all sacred. Holy books and icons, are even proof of that too. But by proxy.
P.S.Scarlett Wampus, I love your avatar.
As do I really like that of
, Turkey on Rye! Now that's a mouthful.