A Sex Explorer
Story of a couple who pioneered sex pods.
We are all sex explorers.
All of us? At least you, reader of this newsletter. I started this story in my latest article talking about Plastic Peter. This sex explorer would probably never have been one without her fantastic wife, Atomic Anna, a woman like you have rarely seen.
After “A Fucked Jellyfish” in July, let’s continue this series about sex explorers.
Some couples are magical. Here is one of them.
The sex explorers formed one of those beautiful couples, one having no existence without the other. One bringing the art of the other to its most powerful expression. I feel lucky to be able to tell you their story, to offer them a piece of eternity.
You can read the full stories published in Redemption Magazine. Here is the story of the husband Plastic Peter. And here is the story of the wife Atomic Anna. But today I will talk about the circumstances. How did I discover the couple archives?
Somehow, I lived for a month in what was their loft in New York, on W 12th Street. It was rented as is. I loved living in a room that seemed untouched by time. The landlord knew I was making dirty drawings and told me the legend of his predecessors.
I admit it now, I searched the whole apartment. I wanted to know. I opened boxes, all of them, out of curiosity. And then it was here. Hidden in a box, well packed in brown paper, the archives of Plastic Peter and Atomic Anna. I never felt so excited.
I would love to have found real artifacts of their research, but I found only paper and notes. A lot of photocopies. I spent the rest of the month in their albums and diaries. I was going all the time to the print shop, to have my own file of all their work.
Here are some precepts of sex pod technology, taken from the notebook.
This is not technology, but alchemy. A transmutation. A poetry act. It is all Art. It is based on emotion, experience, and serendipity. We use irrational dataset, mediumship transfer, unexpected path, and accidental result. The pods are made of gel, blob, latex, silicone, skin, meat, blood, oil, and body liquids. There is a light from darkness.
Later, I decided to do my sex pods, following in the footsteps of these pioneers. I tried to create sex objects that could bring me to more pleasure. I tried as much as I felt in love with these archives of extreme, exciting and extraordinary pleasure.
Would you like me to publish more of it? Did you ever created your personal sex machine? Tell me more about your sex exploration.
Love Always,
Sissi