I know that the idea of the blasphemy fetish isn’t for everyone.

I mean, not everyone is into cum eating, or pantie sniffing, or being mystically transformed into a slutty woman and kept as a slave to do my every bidding. I get that. But, I do think more people should give a little erotic blasphemy a try. Now, don’t go up in flames here, I promise I’m not just pulling your chain or trying to tempt you into sin. Much.

When I talk about erotic blasphemy, I mean… life!

Ok, so I grew up Southern Baptist. Before the convocation split, m’kay. In a very, very, VERY conservative church, in a conservative town, in a conservative family. So sometimes my understanding of Christianity is swayed by all that conservatism and evangelical point of view. I didn’t grow up in a nice church, a liberal church that thought we should feed the hungry and clothe the naked and not judge. Oh, no, my church taught that if you were poor and hungry you must have failed God in some way and therefore deserve what has happened to you (the wages of sin, after all), so we should pity you and look down on you and give you our scraps while making sure you’re aware that we’re being munificent out of the inherent goodness of our souls. Chastise the flesh so the soul may flourish, Sinners In The Hands Of An Angry God, that sort of attitude.

Cut to my college education, at a well known very conservative University, and I can tell you even a super conservative University in a small town in Texas is a liberalizing influence if you grew up in a conservative enough setting.

Erotic blasphemy is the direct rejection of everything that old school angry conservative church stood for.

And I want you to come with me, into the world of erotic blasphemy, to deliberately strike out against that mean and cruel and small idea of what life is supposed to be about. God doesn’t punish individual sinners and sins one by one by one by one. Seven billion people on this planet and if your God is so petty as to track down each and every oopsy moment to personally punish them, your God is an asshole. Sex and pleasure aren’t sins to be atoned for, but wonderful experiences that we get to have, bright spots in a dreary existence. Getting an awkward boner in church doesn’t mean you’re a sick pervert, it just means you’re a human being and you got caught up in a fantasy because you were bored.

And God, the all-loving, all-knowing, all-compassionate Divinity that is manifest here and now in this world, among us, within us, experiencing with us, that God thinks your church boner is hilarious.

Erotic blasphemy just means letting go of your expectations of punishment for being human. It means enjoying your body, experiencing pleasure, even in the face of what that old church taught. It means flipping the bird to old men with red faces who like to scream about sin and punishment. Frankly, those old men need to experience a little BDSM with me, I’ve got something for them to scream about, and I bet they’d love my punishments (Why, hello there, Reverend. What nice panties you have on for me! Are you ready for your spanking? I hope you don’t mind, I fully plan to fuck you silly with my big fat strappon after I punish each and every one of your sins.)

If you’d like to explore a little erotic blasphemy on your own time, I have a special audio for sale.

As soon as it’s up in the Erotic Audio Store, I’ll let you know, so you can enjoy your slow slide into erotic blasphemy, pleasure, and the acceptance that we’re only human, none of us get out of this alive, and we might as well have some fun while we’re here.

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