There is nothing wrong with you or the way you think.
Your desires are not damage dressed as curiosity.
They are strands of a truth you have always carried,
Quiet perhaps, but never shameful or misplaced.
You are not a fault in the system that made you.
Attraction does not ask permission to exist.
It simply arrives and waits for you to notice.
BDSM is not a scar but a key you might turn,
A mirror that does not flinch when you look directly,
A signal that you are paying attention to yourself.
You are not a problem to be solved or corrected.
There is no need to erase what you feel to fit in.
Your interests are not a cage; they are simply yours.
They do not define your worth or your identity.
They are just one of many doors you have opened.
To explore is not to lose yourself but to learn,
To step forward and say, “This is what I am drawn to.”
And that act is not weakness, but clarity.
You are not broken for wanting something different.
You are not lesser for walking toward what calls you.
Acceptance does not arrive all at once,
But it gathers each time you choose not to hide,
Each time you listen and honor what rings true.
There is strength in understanding your own path,
And courage in naming what you have always known.