A Prude America
My Dearest,
Night before Monday. 2:22 AM. The sound of a helicopter flying through Suburbia to New York woke me up. Sunday is over in prude America.
This is the end of a bitter weekend, tasting the realities of conformism. Funny enough, I received these two emails, almost one after the other…
First, a spam to tell me the Anti-Christ is coming with the rise of AI, a fun read. But shortly after, from Stripe, my payment platform, to confirm the erasing of my account, the no-nude policy.
I draw nudes, and I will continue.
How many messages do I get telling me how good it feels to look at my art? I love it. My drawings make them feel better. They look at the twisted thing inside them, and see it is also in the mind of others.
Am I weird? Look I’m not alone.
On April Fool's Day, I will be celebrating three years of Sissitrix. Does the atmosphere around me change so quickly? It is bizarre. Bizarre, the name of this famous fetish periodical, comes to my mind.
In the midst of the night, I draw.
I didn't quite finish what I was preparing for you this weekend, but maybe sometimes it is right to share my feelings and deliver unfinished drawings to illustrate it. Enjoy and celebrate bizarre Monday!
I wish you the best week ever. Stay safe and keep fucking!
Love always,
Sissi
"But shortly after, from Stripe, my payment platform, to confirm the erasing of my account, the no-nude policy."
Stripe banned you?! So you can no longer receive payments here and on Medium? 😲
Sissi, keep on doing what you are doing. Repression takes many forms and Stripe’s attitude is one of them. I’ll never use stripe again, so please find another means of our supporting you. I’ve always found that the most liberated countries are the happiest, so keep pushing the liberation.