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  • Notes on the ruSSian culture and IG

    Dostoevsky was a chauvinist relic, but he wasn’t wrong about everything.
    Some people aren’t people — they’re things, dead weight wrapped in skin.


    And the world works fine as long as they understand that.
    The crisis begins when the majority doesn’t,
    when the hollow ones start nodding like they matter.


    Pathetic. Bur scary

    Below are the photos I had to rip off Instagram
    after I ended up sparring with nazi vermin —
    born in the US, born in the USSR, doesn’t matter.
    Fascism has the same stench everywhere:
    rotting arrogance dressed as morality.

    So now my tits are even rarer.
    Thank them for the scarcity.
    They did you all a favor.

    Your old melon,
    with love, poison, and perfect clarity,
    your Sicut

    photo-credit https://www.instagram.com/bulltosh/

    for more eplicit stuff check my links at https://linktr.ee/sicutdico

  • 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.

  • Waxplay performance menu

    Waxplay performance menu

    strategic concept

    As an artist, I’m generally interested in exploring the theme of sex and politics in the same room. I believe it’s still possible not to spoil the party atmosphere, but also to educate and raise awareness while offering new experiences. Please note that I don’t exist solely for entertainment.

    However, as an artist eager to be commercially profitable, I fully understand the need for entertaining activities. So here’s a brief list of possibilities for an interactive waxplay station and shows. My work can be a fast, deep experience that captures all attention for a short time – that’s a package with bogolepov. Alone, I can do all-night performances in a few acts that have different levels of audience interaction.

    As an anti-capitalist, I want to make it clear that I’m open to non-profit work in support of righteous ideas and needs, yet the more commercial the event agenda, the less likely I am to be cheap.

    One sub performance

    This is a great way to get the party started. I can finish setting up my human candlestick in front of the audience, then perform the tests or play with my victim. I usually use the steak thermometer with a needle, and sometimes offer to have the guests help me. Sometimes I ask the victim to hold the thermometer and shout out the number. It all depends on what you want from the show. The softer versions are more elegant. But I can also do more edgy things. It’s important to understand the audience’s expectations.

    Interactive Station

    A station is a place to experiment with different melting-temperature candles, compare them, and learn how to use them safely. When interacting with guests, I personally guide them on how to use the candles, offering safe methods for experimentation or even a quick session. I have several approaches to presenting waxplay and typically choose the one that feels most fitting in the moment while speaking with someone.

    For larger events, I can bring in trained assistants to handle one or two specific scenarios, ensuring more guests can participate while maintaining safety and quality experiences.

    Performances with a group of subs

    I can work on a stage or immerse my show in the venue. 20 years’ experience in event production allows me to guarantee to do the best with what’s available. The more people involved, the more time I need to prepare though. Or more money.

    Waxing myself

    Yes, I can do it in front of an audience (if the audience is safe). I can also talk to people while I’m doing it. Politics or sex? Both, of course. Again, the level of weirdness can vary: I can be dressed up and wax my feet or… use your imagination depending on your budget.

    Immersive performance with sound and video effects

    with Gene, we offer shadow theater performances, sexual healing dance sets and custom installations with other creatives.

    This was originally a summary of a recent conversation with a party organizer. I’ve decided that you all have the right to know what kind of shows I can do.

  • The blue elephant in the yellow room

    TW: politics, death, and war mentions!

    I think part of me would prefer the subject of this post not to be made public. It’s not a sexy story, but it’s as real as all the filth and wax that hasn’t yet been cleaned off my floor since last night.

    So I’m sorry, dear reader, but in order for this blog to present my true self, we need this dark and nasty story more than ever. The part of me that wants to remain ignorant will have to go fuck itself. Not in a good way.

    Why do I have to mention the war?

    Feel free to call it compensation. Where I was born, you can’t talk about the war, you risk up to 15 years in prison for such a statement. (A month ago, when I wrote a draft of this article, the figure was 5 btw, they are catching up).

    And since I am not there, but bear some guilt and responsibility for what is happening today, I simply have no choice but to exercise my privilege to speak out.

    I am not trying to be a hero. It is my survival instinct combined with common sense. Let me explain. My survival strategy is to turn the pain and horror I feel in this world into something else, which usually involves other people cooperating, sharing, helping each other heal, etc.

    Part of me wants to apologize and explain, to tell you that I voted in all possible elections, but it didn’t change anything. We were all convinced that the situation would not get that bad. We all lived our lives. And it wasn’t enough.

    Sharing this with you doesn’t change much immediately. The therapeutic effect of this article starts later. Let’s first look at what is behind the guilt and sadness I feel.

    I feel the legacy of this rotten empire inside me. It’s a weird mix of feelings, but the worst part is that I can feel that the hate creates more hate in all of us. Myself included.

    One morning I was laughing and I swear I felt joy when I read news from Russia where one of the assholes who was telling people that covid isn’t real and that Putler is a messiah, was hospitalized because of covid. And I wanted him to fucking die.

    I feel uncomfortable with it, but it’s true. Waiting for one particular person to die was pretty acceptable to me, but when it comes to two of them, I’m not sure I like the trend.

    Then Sil showed me a flyer from the church in Lviv where they used the font “dead Russians” for Christmas mass (featured image) and I started laughing again. Loudly. Joyously.

    What the hell is this?

    I try to vent this frustration the same way I vent shame. I check. If it’s really mine. Or has it stuck in my throat because I CAN feel it?

    Should it be mine?

    I don’t know the answer.

    All I know is that it’s healthier to survive this madness by talking about it. Rather than multiplying the hate.

    And that this is the opposite of what oppressive systems want.

    Talking, thinking, asking questions, having your own opinion, these are privileges that I have the right to exercise. Even if it doesn’t change anything in the immediate future. Even if someone might be offended. I feel like I’m betraying myself if I don’t address this in my blog.

    The best I can offer is: trigger warnings will appear every time I bring up a topic like this.

    I don’t claim to be the source of ultimate wisdom. I’m just trying to understand my own feelings. And it seems that sharing them with others helps me not to drown in the darkness I feel.

    I know that the war in Ukraine is not the only war on the planet. And the worst thing is that we only realized in February that the war had started much earlier, in 2013, and the biggest victory of the propaganda is that the whole world only noticed it last year as well.

    What I also know (as a manager and entrepreneur) is that in order to solve a problem, we must first identify and understand it, which means thinking, talking and asking questions.

    Once we have identified the problem and its origin, we can solve it. Not earlier.

    My problem was that I was afraid to express myself and felt too small to matter.

    I never questioned if I should do something to help Ukraine, but at first, I didn’t know what to do exactly. I was helping refugees in private and felt as if I had no right to brag about it.

    Some days, this ability to help helped me to survive.

    I still can’t stop this war, but I try to do something every day. I reorganize my work so that the money from my projects goes to support specific causes or people in Ukraine.

    More information on how to help Ukraine right now is available here.

    слава україні, ПТHX

  • As I say

    First things first: this is a queer space where respect is a top priority, so
    please be kind to each other and then feel free to be weird as well. There is no place for judgment.

    Now we get to another important topic. Which is – me, of course. What else could this blog even be about? It´s about my dark side as well as it´s about self-love, acceptance, vulnerability, and control. Or the absence of control for some.

    First I wrote: “It’s about becoming a Mistress.” – but it´s not exactly correct, I have to tell you because there is no becoming of any kind happening inside me. Unleashing – perhaps is a better term. Mistress has been there the whole time, not sure if it´s just her alone. I could describe the process as an inventory of possible personas and characters hidden inside me. Some of them are more ready to get out than others, but I can guarantee, that even for me this is highly fascinating.

    What else? I like to introduce myself as a kind pervert, a passionate exhibitionist, and a curious explorer of the limits and borders of my own and others. On my non-kinky side, I´m a low carb enthusiast, a former marketing strategist, and mental health activist. But this blog also has a sub-task of teaching me to take myself less seriously, so let´s stick to the kinky part.

    Anyways! In my quest for world domination, I decided to start with your butt. So pants down because I will spank it with stories of my kinky explorations.

    If you like what I do consider supporting my work or follow me on social media and help spreading the word about me, whatever you choose, you are welcome here.