The Peculiar Woman Problem: Why We Hide What Makes Us Happy?

But We Still Hide

Even the boldest of us have, at some point, kept our mouths shut. We’ve downplayed our interests, made ourselves palatable just enough to not lose the room. We’ve faked shock when someone confessed to loving something weird—when deep down, we were aroused, intrigued, thrilled. Why? Because it’s safer. Because you risk being labeled unstable, perverted, or too much.

Well, screw that. If the world has space for Frankenstein folk, for rebranded delusion with glittery hashtags, then surely there's room for functional freaks like us. Let’s Reclaim It. Let’s Name It. And stop pretending we’re broken or need to tone it down. Let’s give this delicious darkness a name. Let’s craft our own righteous narrative. Something as untouchable and self-validating as any other invented label. Let’s call ourselves:

🖤 The Taboo Femme
⚰️ The Sacred Unhinged
🔥 Functional Deviants
🩸 Ritual Wreckage Women

Whatever you want to call it—call it. Make it yours. Slap it on a sigil, tattoo it, scream it in a dark alley. But whatever you do, don’t hide anymore. Because if you're anything like me—just a little off your rocker but in a way that works—you’ve probably been craving a space where your brand of weird is worshipped, not medicated. So here it is. Your personal invite. Hop on board, fellow freakazoid. The cauldron’s hot and the sinners are sexy and ready to do some fucked up shit.

Welcome home.

Let’s get one thing straight: being a weirdo woman in this world is not just hard—it’s damn near subversive. We’re not talking about cute, Etsy-sticker weird. We’re talking the chicks who get off on watching the world twitch. The ones who revel in what’s considered obscene, unladylike, inappropriate. You know—the ones who root for the killer, are a little too into nudity and sex, and laugh at inappropriate things and instances. Yeah, us.

So why the hell is it still so hard to admit it? Because We're Raised to Be Digestible

From a young age, we’re taught to cross our legs and walk modestly. Society will mold women into soft, pastel versions of the Stepford wives, if you let it... Quiet. Composed. Pleasant. Even now, with all the “empowerment” language floating around, that empowerment is still often tailored to what’s safe, cute, and marketable. But what about us—the strange ones? The women who crave the dark, and aren't interested in being anyone’s good girl?

We’re the ones who make people uncomfortable—and that’s our kink; seeing them squirm. The throb is delicious. Our Pleasure = Their Disgust

There’s a very specific shame loop built for women like us. We’re the ones who find pleasure in things other people label as craxy, violent, or taboo. They throw around words like "disturbed" or "perverted"—as if we should be embarrassed for getting off on what’s real. As if watching something raw and messed up, and feeling something stir deep inside, makes us bad people. Many times, over, I find myself doing double-takes at private areas no intended for public view.

But here’s the kicker: we don’t actually feel bad. We feel alive. What others flinch at; we savor. What others call vulgar, we call play. And what society deems "unacceptable"? That’s usually where we start to have fun.

Let’s be real — just like men seek out women for sexual satisfaction, we too crave connection and pleasure. But here’s the kicker: the appeal of toys, gadgets, and mechanical tricks eventually fades. And when it does, sure, your services might be sought… but only for the basics. Truth is, there’s a clear and growing preference of women for women — because let’s face it, we offer a gentler, more intuitive, more considerate touch. Plenty of ladies have left me wishing I had a penis! Many times over I've stated that I certainly do not have a problem admitting when another woman is..... lovely. Again, we’re simply better to be with, and deep down, you all know it. Most of y’all couldn’t reenact a romantic scene to save your lives, but you’ll throw your whole back into mimicking a porn clip. Sad, limited, and willfully blind — and that’s on you. Oh, and while we’re here: society throws way less shade at lesbianism than it does at male homosexuality and while we didn't make the rules, we'll gladly abide by them. 😜 So, there's that too! LMFAO! Sucks to be you.