Secrets, Stigma, and the Beauty of Taboo: Why Semen Jewellery Exists.

Welcome to Cum What May. If you’ve found yourself here, I’m going to assume you’re either delightfully depraved, deeply curious, or you took a very wrong turn somewhere between “jewellery for ashes” and “how to hide a body.” Either way, you’re welcome. Stay, linger a while and peruse my wears. Or, read on for my thoughts on this taboo subject and why, for me it's one of the most beautiful things that could be made.

This brand was born from secrets. From whispers behind closed doors, from filthy little rituals shared between lovers, and from the thrill of wearing something so intimate, no one else would ever know what it is unless you tell them. Or unless you want them to beg you to.

Semen Jewellery - your best kept secret?

Why semen? Why jewellery? Why not.

The keepsake market is already overly saturated, and saturated with incredible artists that have earned their place. Makers that incorporate hair, ashes, breastmilk - sentiment wrapped in silver, grief polished into beauty. And that’s valid, it's sacred. But there’s another side to life, isn’t there? The side people blush about. The side people think they shouldn’t speak of - kink, pleasure, ownership, control. Lust., love., power, filth. Whatever it is to you.

Semen jewellery is a rebellion against shame; a symbol of ownership, and one of the most beautiful, subtle ways of immortalising a connection in something secret, but wearable, and unapologetically erotic.

It’s the ultimate secret between you and them - or, you and yourself.

Some wear it as a sign of submission. Some as a quiet fuck-you to the world’s ideas of what’s “proper.” Some because it’s funny. Some because it’s deeply meaningful. Some because it’s hot.

All reasons are valid. and none need an explanation to anyone other than your own understanding of it's sentiment to you.

From Hiding to Honouring

When I first started creating these pieces, I felt I had to keep it quiet - an alter ego. A whispered “don’t tell anyone.” But what I’ve learned is this; the people who get it, get it. And those who don’t? They’re not for us.

Now, I own it. I celebrate it. I craft it with the same reverence I give to any other keepsake. Because at the end of the day, this is about connection. About knowing there’s something on your skin that carries more than just metal and resin. My name won't be ablaze in flashing lights out of respect for my sister business; but you will see me holding stalls in places where fetish is welcomed, where my craft will be admired. I've already secured my nomination in this year's Fetish Awards, and I'll be proud to both wear and discuss what I do amongst likeminded people.

The Art of Wearing a Secret

You don’t need to explain yourself here. You don’t need permission to indulge in your desires and you don’t need to hide your true self away. There's a deep thrill in knowing the secrets you hold against your skin, one that no-one else will know unless you choose to tell them, and it's this thrill that drew me to this side of the keepsake industry in the first place. An idea only discussed between me and my best friend on 2020; now here, now available. A daring idea brought to life.

If you’re here, you’ve already crossed the threshold. Welcome to the dark side of sentiment.

Let’s make something beautiful from the very essence of you.