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Category: WTF IS SD

  • Who am I? And why should you give me money?

    Part 1. WHO

    My mom said I should not have this kind of provocative headline. I understand the fear; however, I am writing this post not to provoke anyone, but to literally answer the questions. In this fake world, it might be too real for some. Not my issue, though.

    Let us begin by simply listing the things I do; later, I will unfold each one of them in a separate post.

    1. I am a professional dominatrix: mindful, sensitive, direct, sadistic and skilled. I specialise in pain play and also in guiding people with little experience into safe ways to enjoy their kinks. I’m also a huge fan of bi play.
    2. I am a performer who can work on stage or with a live audience. Mostly, I now do wax play performances, but I would love to collaborate with some rope artists or other BDSM-related disciplines.
    3. I make my own candles for wax play. They are slightly cooler than basic paraffin, and I know for sure they are body-safe, including for the face and genital areas. Originally, I was streaming the making process on this website. I will do it again soon.
    4. I am an activist. I have done a number of artistic protest actions in Berlin and Prague, mostly against the terrorist state of Russia, but also against Elon Musk in front of Tesla. To be honest, I don’t call them protests—I call them cursing actions.
    5. I am a priestess. I can curse, I can heal, I can set souls on fire or give them peace. I serve no one but the universe, and I am here to wake up humanity, as well as to support those who are already awake and suffer from what they witness.
    6. Last but not least, I am a spicy content creator. My porn is raw, honest, and unapologeticaly unpolished: real orgasms, no-makeup scenes, no cuts or retakes. I have accounts on most of the fan sites and am filling them up now. I manage it all myself, so you will definitely be chatting with me, just be patient.
    Now lets get to the WHY? Briefly

    Short version is – because you have them. Of corse, I will give you more details in each of the next posts, so stay tuned and take care of yourself well.

  • What TF is going on here

    This blog was born almost exactly 4 years ago. Same as the name Sicut Dico. Yet, today I have to start from scratch again and learn one very important lesson about trusting men. Or actually not trusting. Unteel thez learn my trust.

    Anyways. In the next 30 days I will republish important articles that I have written earlier along with writing fresh and raw notes on the current state of things, so you get some taste of my life in the past months and years.

    Here’s the first article I wrote here in 2022: https://sicut-dico.com/2022/02/01/as-i-say/

    Don’t forget to check my other links: https://linktr.ee/sicutdico

  • The Making of a Dominatrix — On the Birth of the Inner Sadist

    The Making of a Dominatrix — On the Birth of the Inner Sadist

    Chapter One — Siberian Gopnik School

    It was definitely the soviet school system — my first contact with sadism, violence, and so-called real education. I changed quite a few schools. I was a tall girl, already very opinionated; as the teachers labeled me, I was sensitive and rather naïve.

    So I quickly learned how either to avoid trouble — which in soviet school means not to stand out — or how to deal with bullies. And here I mean both: teachers and other children.

    The taller I grew, the more I had to give up on the art of blending in. And the better I became at dealing with all kinds of bullies. I was a horrible teenager. But I survived — without a massive trauma or a heroin addiction. Some of my later classmates didn’t.

    That stage taught me to be extremely creative with what’s in the room. It taught me how to threaten verbally and to escalate first, to avoid the physical fight. You have to be smarter and bolder than your opponent. You must attack first.

    Basically: you have to become the bully.

    Chapter Two — Cultural Fascism at Uni

    When I moved to saint petersburg, people tried to reduce my Siberian background to “village girl.” Little did they know I had traveled in one year as much as most of them had in their lives. There I began to learn the art of humiliation, sarcasm, and mind games. It took me ten years to escape that cloak of russian culture.

    One useful thing at university was the course they canceled after me: History of Religion. It made me a complete atheist at that point. I also learned that big business is run by big, cruel idiots.

    Back then I thought it might be only in russia.

    I was naive.

    Chapter Three — The Real Stuff

    When I had to deal with the russian police, that’s where I finally touched the hardcore stuff — or, more accurately, where the hardcore stuff touched me.

    I guess this is where my habit of trying toys on myself first comes from. It’s also where I encountered some quite non-consensual power exchanges. Writing this now, years later, I begin to think it was partly my choice to experience that simply by physically being in russia.

    Oh — and of course I had a violently envious boyfriend who taught me a few self-defence tricks for close combat. I broke his nose with my elbow; later my mother visited him in hospital because he was crying like a child. It was useful learning: if you show up with a black eye at university, very few people will care. Those who do will likely judge or insult. No one will offer support. Good thing I already had true friends and wasn’t alone.

    So here are the three pillars of my sadistic persona. However overall experience also taught me that violence and hostility do not always mean power. Quite often the opposite.

    Imagine — this is just the beginning. Uh?

    Next chapter is about my gentle and caring side and it is coming right up. If you wish to contact me, feel free to email with a propper introduction.

  • Who the Holy F am I?

    (CW: final confession, artistic vision, esoteric message, strong personal opinion)

    I am the blood from the soils where Mongolia, Kazakhstan, China, and russia stand now, carrying the legacy of the Altaic princess, a daughter of Kali, daughter of the earth itself. Reincarnation of Mary Magdalene, I have returned to reclaim my mind and spirit. It is time for the East to awaken, to rekindle wisdom and seek enlightenment. It is time for the western civilizations to accept mistakes and boldly act towards finally learning from history. 

    I am here to remind us all that humanity’s true goal must be collective happiness; to reach this, we must end our conflicts and learn from one another. No one can understand ultimate power without experiencing complete helplessness. No one should be allowed to possess those powers without facing the consequences of abuse.

    Every living soul will benefit if we dismantle the dominance of empires and vast nations.

    Humanity has already learned what democracy is, but we’ve forgotten that democracy is a continuous action, not something to be abandoned to those who cannot understand its depth.

    Science and spirituality must reconnect, guiding us in reinventing religions and refining the values we hold sacred, all while leaving violence behind. We must teach humanity to process anger and ego on every level. We must learn to understand death and cherish the journey of aging and growing wiser. At the same time, we must prevent those who cling to old ways from hindering our progress.

    The world has pressing issues around nationality, superstition, and gender. We can overcome these, but we must first learn to manage anger and, most importantly, to learn love—starting with self-love. This journey of self-acceptance is deeply connected to education, especially around sexuality and boundaries from early childhood.

    We need to rebalance power to reshape the world, letting new voices bring fresh vision. We should stop seeking God outside of ourselves; the Healers and Creators of magic are among us already, and it’s time to support them. We must replace fear and hate for what we don’t understand with study, patience, and sensitivity.

    We must gather as much knowledge as we can, share it with care and respect, dig beneath the sacred places with an open heart and cold head, and uncover the secrets our ancestors buried out of fear and lust for power. Once humanity is sexually satisfied, emotionally balanced and spiritually aware, we’ll be one step closer to true happiness and harmony.

    There’s no ultimate truth for all. We are all different. Always were. Always will be. This is our biggest strength. This is life itself.