My Dearest,
When you focus on, it is also about what you cut out. When you look closely, so much depends on what you remove. Be careful with the machinery of your desires.
A lost dream
No sex last night but I found a lost dream inside the Fuck Factory. A strange, surrealist dream. It was called Sin-Pods. A private theater of my mind, where fantasy becomes a chamber for pain, pleasure, and surrender.
Being a sexplorer
Nothing seems to stick. Behind the surface of ordinary life, you enter a tiny room for one watcher and one performer. A place where desire turns inward and the body becomes part of the ritual. Playing with my inner shame.
A falling fantasy
Sin-Pods is escapism, but not the harmless kind. It is a symbolic fall, a dirty dream, a haunted machine of pleasure. A story about Sissitrix’s doppelgänger and his attempt to reach the edge of ultimate pleasure. Get your ticket!
Not for everyone
If this calls to you, the Sin-Pods art book is available for a few more days. This is the first time I am releasing a series of art objects instead of a painting. Reserve your copy before access closes April 29 at 12 PM EST.
Only the curious will enter.
Happy spring to my nocturnal sexual animal. Sending you so much love. Be safe, and I’ll be counting down the days until we talk next month.
Love always,
Sissi
