The Church* Made you Freaky

There’s a particular kind of tension that lives in the bones of those raised in strict, rule-bound homes. You know the kind - where silence was safer than curiosity, and your body, your pleasure, your impulses were treated like sins instead of signals. The house was holy, but it wasn’t safe. There was structure, but not softness. You were taught obedience, not embodiment. And when there was no room for failure, no space for nuance, no grace for exploration - something deep within you cracked open.

That crack is where the freak slipped in.

Many of us carry that paradox. Conditioned to be perfect but burning to be unruly. Taught to be clean, quiet, untouched - but vibrating with curiosity, heat, and hunger. Told to fear our bodies, only to grow into adults who crave having them seen. Worshipped. Dominated. Or even punished - but on our terms.

And then there’s the guilt. Shame, cloaked in righteousness, weaved into every pleasureful gasp, every errant thought, every inch of skin. And if you rebelled, especially if you were soft, femme, assigned female at birth - you weren’t just bad, you were possessed. Headstrong, defiant, bold? That was the devil speaking. And still, we dared.

We flirted with rebellion. We teased it, whispered to it, dreamt about it while sitting still and small. Until one day, some of us decided - we didn’t want to flirt with rebellion anymore. We wanted to fuck it.

Kink isn’t just play. It’s a remembering. A rewriting. A reclamation.

For many of us, what’s seen as “perverse” is just what happens when rigid structures try to bottle something as vast as the human spirit. Of course we turned out this way. Of course you want to be bound, or watched, or punished, or praised. Of course the fantasy of being interrogated, or surrendered, or owned excites you. Especially when the real world has made so much of your desire feel dangerous.

And maybe that’s why I do the work I do. Why I use structure, discipline, play, and sensuality not to shame, but to liberate. To build scenes where you choose what happens. Where you feel the edges of your fear and let them melt into pleasure. Where interrogation becomes intimacy. Where bondage becomes safety. Where the only punishment is for not showing up as your full self.

Because we don’t need to fear our bodies - we need to understand them. We need to go deeper. To feel what’s been hidden. To ask the questions that the old rules didn’t have space for. To expose what’s been buried in shame until even that shame loses its power.

The body was made in a fearful and wonderful way. And for many of us, fear came first.

But I’m here to help you remember the wonder.

This is your invitation to start that journey - with me. To shed the shame. To make kink sacred. And to let the freak that’s been locked away for far too long finally come out to play.