#ceaserslegion

Yes! Kink is healing for a variety of reasons, that being one of them. Now my later teen years as a Mormon already had me exploring kink, which uh. I still have some conflicted emotions about, having looked at hardcore kink quite young. But anyway, it's really very healing. Obviously bimbo is the biggest one, which I find healing for reasons to do with my family, my autism, and the pressures that were always put on me everywhere else too. Unlike Jehovahs witness or other cults, mormons really do encourage higher education, because if you get paid more that 10% that goes to the church is a lot bigger. And if you don't get a four year degree and a stable, well paying job, even as a woman, it was like. Well you're a failure. And I was supposed to be my family's golden child for similar reasons. So being a bimbo, being like "no, fuck you, I'm actually kind of stupid and I like thinking about sex instead of math or psychology" is an incredibly powerful mindset when you have been "the smart one" for your entire existence.

And even my enjoyment in ~taboo~ kinks that "uphold patriarchy" is a lot different when you are consciously deciding that this man can hold your life in his hands. And also when that man is trans and you had to buy his cock with capitalism.

I haven't thought too much about how my kinks deal with my exmo trauma and previous existence, frankly, but there's some obvious throughlines like corruption and innocence kinks and yes, I do wish I could get fucked in a church. Unfortunately that stereotype is very true. But also, one of my biggest kinks, my clothing kink, is kiiiiind of the reason I saw cracks in the church in the first place. I had my sexual awakening watching a kid's show episode where all the clothes shrank down onto everyone wearing them and got stuck on, so. Once I started puberty I got reaaaaalll angry that I had to cover my body so much, especially when summers even without massive climate change could get to 120F!! I wasn't allowed to wear clothes i felt good in, I wasn't allowed to express my personality in my clothing, I felt like my modest clothes had chains and cuffs attached to them, it was a big reason for my degrading mental health for a while. It sounds stupid if you don't get it, but it's an intrinsic part of me, and outside of sexual activities my clothing fetish dictates my daily thoughts and daily wardrobe, in & outside of work.