Your background stuff is--familiar to me, I grew up Catholic and while my mom is extremely liberal my schools were not. (Ontario still has Catholic schools idk.) Sex was bad except for reproduction, women were not supposed to want or like sex, and BOY HOWDY was the virgin-fixation ever HUGE.

Add onto that some older relatives reading their own issues bad into my 'omg perils of pauline~' type sketchbook mini comics (which I really think they had no business just reading like it was theirs; I didn't go through THEIR things) when I was twelve (for reference, at twelve I was still thinking boys were grody, and the idea of sex was a huge joke...my late friend Iva once set me into an hour-long giggle fit and ferocious case of hiccups by saying 'so there's this store by my house called Henry's Do-It Centre!' when I was twelve) and you have a me terrified of my own desires for ages. I am STILL shaking off baggage from that.

I didn't really catch the clue-hacky-sack until university, where I met a bunch of really nice people who happened to be kinky and whose relationships were healthy and fun. It was like, OH LIGHTBULB DUDE I'M NOT WEIRD AND DERANGED!

So now I write cute kinky things with Death Knights in. And sometimes banshees (whose character assassinations i pointedly ignore because misogyny can kiss my butt). And sometimes paladins and elfpires. XD