31/07/2025
The temples were never truly lost.. only buried.
Long ago, the sacred erotic spaces of the Goddess were covered over.
Stone by stone, patriarchal temples were built on top of them, silenced by shame, and repackaged as taboo.
The body made shameful.
Desire made dangerous.
Power made punishable.
But you canโt bury something that lives in our bones.
You canโt erase what is elemental or woven into our blueprint.
The sacred, erotic, wild temple lives on in us.
And now, she has risen.
We see her in the revival of Ta**ra, not as a technique, but as a way of being.
We see Her in the way we speak love into our loversโ skin..
in every breath of devotion, in every gesture of respect.
In honour. In deep listening. In the courageous art of communication.
We see her in kink being pulled out of the dungeon and placed back onto the altar.
Not to be sanitized, but to be honoured.
To us, kink is temple.
Itโs not about shock or spectacle, itโs about soul.
We wear archetypes like ritual garments, and play different roles like sacred costumes.
Each archetypeโa doorway to the parts of us waiting to be seen:
the seductress, the beast, the healer, the brat, the queen, the holy w***e, the priestess.
Through play, we access truth.
Through consent, we create safety.
Through sensation, we come alive.
This is the erotic as holy.
This is healing through embodied mythology.
Each scene is a ceremony, a chance to meet the fragmented, the hidden, the hungry parts within.
This is shadow work dressed in leather.
Parts work laced with rope.
Somatic healing wrapped in permission, presence, and play.
Kink, when held with care and consent, is not separate from the sacred.. it is sacred.
It is how we reclaim what was buried.
How we make the body holy again.
How we reinhabit the temple we never truly left.
๐ฅ Join the next Red Temple event, The Naked Muse โข September 13th โข Brisbane
