A Christian boudoir photographer’s story of healing, shame, and sacred beauty.

The Moment It All Began

I was just a kid when I found it — a Playboy magazine.

Curiosity lit up my whole body like wildfire.
Not perversion — wonder.
Beauty. Divine ache.
Something stirred in me that I didn’t yet have language for.

But that’s not when the shame came.

The shame came later, when my dad found out.
He didn’t comfort me.
He didn’t say, “It’s okay to be curious.”
Instead, I heard:

“That’s shameful.”
“That’s dirty.”
“That’s not real.”

I know he meant to protect me.
But what I heard — and carried for years — was this:

Sex is wrong. Desire is dangerous. Beauty should be feared.

When Desire Became Dangerous

And yet, he also gave me one truth that stuck:

“Find something you love to do — and find a way to get paid for it.”

The truth?

There’s nothing I’ve ever loved more than marveling at the beauty of a woman’s body — not in lust, but in awe and reverence.

But for years, I believed that made me bad.
That my desire made me unsafe.
That loving the erotic was loving the wrong things.

Now I know: that longing wasn’t broken.
It was the beginning of my calling.

When I Saw Her Light Up

In 2017, my wife did her first boudoir session.
It changed her.

She stood taller. Smiled brighter. Reclaimed something in herself.

And I knew — I wanted to help others experience the same.

A few years later, during the pandemic, I picked up a camera.
I photographed someone close to me, and when she saw the images, she said:

“You have a gift. You need to do this for other women.”

For once, I listened. And I haven’t stopped since.

I didn’t just want to take “hot photos.”
I wanted to help women feel beautiful, powerful, and seen as sacred.

With every session, I realized:
This wasn’t a hobby.
This was a healing assignment.

Can a Christian Photographer Be Erotic?

I’ve walked a long road —
From secret addiction to sacred integration.
From hiding my desire to honoring it as divine.

Here’s what I believe with my whole heart:

God never gave sexuality to the devil — the Church just surrendered it.

For years, I didn’t think I could be both:

• A Christian

• And a man who finds joy in erotic beauty

But now I know:

I’m not both in spite of my faith —
I’m both because of it.

From Taker to Giver

There’s a verse in Ephesians that changed me:

“He who has been stealing must steal no longer, but must work, doing something useful with his own hands…” (Ephesians 4:28)

That pierced me.

Because I have stolen — not with my hands, but with my eyes.
With fantasies. With objectification. With approval-seeking.

But now?

Now I use my hands — and my lens — to bless, honor, and give.

I don’t capture to consume.
I create to reveal the divine.

If No One Has Ever Told You…

Let me be the one:

• Your desire is not dirty.
• Your body is not shameful.
• You were made in love, for love, by Love Himself.
• You are not perverse.
• You are not alone.
• You are not beyond redemption.
• Your story matters.
• Your healing is possible.
• Your Eden is calling.

Return to the Garden

Eros in Eden isn’t just a photo session.
It’s a rite of return.

• Return to your body
• Return to your beauty
• Return to the garden where God still walks — waiting for you

You were never meant to carry this shame.
You were always meant to shine.

Let’s walk home — together.

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