All of creation
All of creation, all you see,
The animals of the land, the animals of the air, the animals of the water
All of creation, all you feel
the wind, the rain, the pleasures and pain
All of creation, all you taste and smell
The fruits, the vegetables, the fluids and scents
All of creation, all that grows
The flowers, the trees, the beings, the seeds
All of creation
Is created through sexuality
Would you call nature obscene?
May 2024
earthbirth
storytelling, unedited improvisation
proposal; something i never did before.
May 2024
live and die
Knowing that it will happen, but not now.
Seeing the what, but not how.
As I wait and long, the energy expands.
It starts to swirl, rise and reach
The dark corners of my being.
It goes up my spine
From grounded womb
Penetrating my heart
Flooding into my third eye,
Out of my mouth
And up into the sky.
My lips start to tickle
Both, all, below and above.
Your gaze, your look is enough
To ignite the spark for visions to burn
In bright light.
It starts to fill and expand my field.
Beyond physicality.
I can feel you far.
Far away and here.
The amplitude of sexual energies vibrations.
The colours, scents, tastes and senses.
All starts to flicker.
Pulsating in the rhythm of creation.
I can smell and taste the richness of the colours.
Fluids instinctively squeeze out of each pore and hole
As if they wanted to be born.
Expressed.
Crashing and clashing polarities.
Bursting and exploding in slow motion.
Time stands still.
Floating in the beauty
Of light velocities stillness.
Spinning and spinning
Going down and inwards the spiral
Where duality merges and becomes one
Transcend and surrender to be. Be here.
Dying into aliveness.
Bedded in the sounds of expression.
Changing shapes and figures.
Transforming into species of heaven and hell
And everything in between. divinely animalistic.
Sucking and milking and licking and eating.
Devouring as if there is no tomorrow.
Hard and soft and hot and cold.
Embodying all shades, grades and colours.
Falling and falling and returning through black holes.
Sliding and gliding over the juices of life.
Thunders and lightnings. And pouring rain.
Fertilizing the ground for flowers to bloom.
It feels like doom and choice.
Sweetest vice. Indulging me into deep waters.
It takes days for the waves to bring me back to the shore.
I want it and I hate it
To be punished for love.
For loosing myself.
Loosing and finding my essence.
The bare truth that is unbearable to take.
So I give it away. Allowing to be.
To be free.
In hands of creation in motion
Emotion.
The lifely ration that feeds me and nourishes
the pleasure of being.
The most dangerous weapon
That reveals the inner of all,
Lover and stranger
Because walls and masks fall.
Call me a witch, bitch
Or whatever you like.
Poisoning you
With the drops of my lips
That will make it impossible
To hide the vulnerability
Of being naked and exposed.
On all levels and grounds.
Disarming you completely.
Killing you to watch you die in my arms.
If not this, what else makes it worth to be alive?
Climaxing on the poetry of existence.
The art of live and die and live and die.
This is how I wanna live.
This is how I wanna die.
July 2025
SELFLOVE & INTIMACY
devouring intimacy
an erotic short film exploring the complexities of longing and self-love.
contains nudity.
May 2025
sometimes
Sometimes I want more and sometimes less.
Sometimes I want it hard and sometimes soft.
Sometimes I want to fuck wildly
And sometimes I just want to lye here and be loved.
Sometimes I feel soft and permeable
And sometimes hard and rigid.
Sometimes I feel beautiful
And sometimes full of flaws.
Sometimes I feel erotically innocent
And sometimes like a whore.
Sometimes im so horny. Sometimes for days.
Sometimes it’s a need. And sometimes just a want.
Sometimes it takes over and I cant get it out of my mind. And sometimes its easy to ignore.
Sometimes I don’t feel sexual at all. And sometimes I feel this awareness that I am connected to the whole sexuality of creation.
Sometimes I could go for hours, or even days. And sometimes a kiss is enough to make me cum.
Sometimes I feel it only in my pussy, and sometimes it is in every cell of my body.
Sometimes orgasms are short. And sometimes I still feel the waves after days.
Sometimes it’s a longing and sometimes just nice to have.
Sometimes I want to be taken. And sometimes I have nothing to give.
Sometimes it’s about care and sometimes an escape from life.
Sometimes I have fantasies.
Sometimes I recognise my dreams and desires in it.
Sometimes it’s a pastime
And sometimes it is an envisioning of what could be.
Sometimes to want you is more exciting than to have you.
Sometimes imagination is more delightful than reality.
Sometimes I long for somebody else.
Sometimes it’s the heart. Sometimes the soul. And sometimes the body. Sexually or not.
It longs. For touch. For closeness. Longs for receiving from somebody else.
Sometimes I long,
And onetime I realised that the most intimate relationship I have, is the one I have with myself.
To be intimate means to be. To allow myself to be, with whatever is present.
Sometimes it seems impossible to give it to myself.
Sometimes I search in others for it and sometimes I find it
and sometimes not.
Sometimes one quality might be stronger or more present then the other.
Though seeing the whole
Holding
The complexity
It is all there, here
Always
With me
DIVERSITY & IDENTITY
Queerdom
storytelling
video edited from documentation material of the drag night catwalk.
no rights on music – credits: Fever, Ray Charles & Natalie Cole
Proposal of the drag night
Who do you wanna be?
Who, within you, is not free?
With these questions we invite you for a special (and optional) evening.
Bring an outfit, a piece of clothes, an accessoire, a lipstick, a wig, fake lashes, a moustache, .. or anything you would like to experiment with.
Anything that awakens curiosity to explore or symbolizes an aspect of you that is unlived or not free.
Lets co-create a brave space to explore, express, liberate unlived aspects and be seen and heard.
We will be present and available to support you with your transformation/hair, make up and styling.
We will also create a playlist for us to dance and celebrate. If you have a song that inspires or empowers you and the aspect you want to bring to life, you can add it to the playlist.
April 2025
experimental videoart,
improvisation based on/inspired by poem
I am
i am both and i am non-dual.
i am a man i am a woman i am both and i am none.
i am both whole
and overlapped
merged
homogenic homogeneous
overcome duality
by finding balance
and uniting
who am i?
I am
March 2025
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XXYY
track on sexual diversity and sexual identity (biological sex, gender identity and sexual orientation)
March 2025
invisible love
the invisible
what wants to be seen, my love?
my love for you
i believe in things i cannot see
i believe in love between you and me
i believe in the things i feel
that say to me
that this is real
between you and me
as long as you are visible to me
and i am visible to you
do you want the world to see?
or could it be
that we are free
more free to be
than if the world could see
the love between you and me
April 2025
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Alchemy
Burned fears at a fire ceremony. Alchemy through elements.
February 2025
SEXISM & ABUSE
content warning: this material contains description and depiction of sexual violence and abuse
object no object
a dark humour video on sexual harassment in public space
October 2025
mutilation
What is normal?
Woman getting raped
Woman getting married
Beaten up depending,
Not earning enough
To be independent.
Forced by the family
Shame on you
No matter what you do
Shame on you
No matter if you do
Shame on you
Blame on you
You you you
Blood blood blood
On you from you in you
Blood blood blood
Dripping dripping
Bloating tearing
Why do they leave a little whole?
If you don’t do it, you are not a woman.
But being raped in a little hole is what makes you a woman.
Making love having pleasure
Shame on you shame on you
Family and society is forcing you
When the people who are supposed to protect you are the ones destroying you.
April 2024
breaking with silence
Breaking with silence
Silence of a life
Breaking with silence
That brought so much shame
Breaking with silence
That brought so much pain
Breaking with silence
For a change
Protecting predators
For the sake of a home
Protecting predators
To cause no more pain
Breaking with silence
To get free from the chain
Tears are like rain
Taking the pain
Washing me vain
Tears are like rain
Sometimes the silence
Is worse than the cause
Sometimes the silence
Is more than a pause
It distances from what was
Becomes like a dream
The nightmare of past
Breaking the silence
For the spaces within
For them to get free
From the shadows haunting & eating me
Sometimes the silence is worse then the cause
Secrets are burdens from past
Protecting predators
To cause no more harm
Decisions have prices
We are paying for too long
The silence of woman
Protecting predators
Living an inside war
Sometimes it feels safer
To keep the inner war
Then to die in the outside
Where predators pretend to protect
Under predators law
February 2024