To be honest, I wasn’t always into kink … now that’s a lie. When I was little, I made Barbie and Ken perform sexy role play. My friends and I played doctor. After eight years of CCD class, being in a Christian family, and questioning everything, I never understood the limitations. When I was younger, I never understood why my male best friend couldn’t sleep over and build a fort with me.
After learning how Mary “magically” got pregnant, I was told it was a miracle. The last time I was in church, I was afraid the holy water would make a red cross on my forehead for my sin of drawing evil clowns on the paper money packets that were used to “grow” the community. My inner life overpowered me, and I didn’t know what to do with my thoughts … I used to draw, write, take on any and all activities that came my way … until I realized I was never able to find answers to any of my questions, and no one around me had the answers I needed either.
I wondered about my inner desires, my abilities, my soul’s calling. I wanted to know how “miracles” could happen or be created. I wanted more and desired more …
