Lynne Jones – March 2025

This poem depicts the experience of a kink aware therapist that I met in the process of my research for my masters thesis.

Golden unicorn rainbow.  

I’ve not always been a golden unicorn rainbow 
There was an ordeal path I first had to follow 
Of poverty, ridicule and shame 
Diminished as poof, sissy … oh so many names. 

Chatty and hyperactive and piss poor 
Like Van der Kolk’s body, I hold the score 
The pain of friendlessness and ADHD 
The new kid at the new school. Hostility. 
Strangers now actively seeking me  
Track me down in Basildon and Bucklebury 

So, if you’re feeling sad and down 
Can only get off dressed as a clown 
Or if you’re a French Maid making things squeaky clean 
Want to discuss YouTube memes from Evie Lupine 
Or if you are on your knees in a dark room shouting; “is this all you’ve got?” 
Or contemplating Better Call Saul’s cobbler squat 

Age play, power exchange, humiliation or obedience 
I won’t pathologise you as a sexual deviant. 
Put Pink Therapy Conference on your radar 
Use Grey literature, tik tok and insta 

New gender and sexual identity, takes some getting to grips  
Consider AI generated kink scenario scripts  
Make sure transwomen get the “safety memo” 
And increase sexual pleasure with Michel Foucault 

I won’t clutch my pearls with wide eyes 
I’m here to legitimise and destigmatise  
To explore parts of your authentic sexual self 
Informed by more books than fit on crowded shelves 

Maybe Psychoeducation or CBT 
Due diligence to risk assess naivety 
Re socialise safely into your best trans life 
Become your own golden unicorn rainbow and thrive.