Love and Violence
Love and Violence do not pass.
Not on Instagram.
Not on Patreon.
Not when it’s raw.
Not when it disrupts.
Too many bodies.
Too much tension.
Too much exposed truth.
Desire that overflows its frames.
Power dynamics that refuse simplification.
An undomesticated love.
A consensual violence, observed, assumed.
We have been censored, erased, fragmented by platforms.
And yet, we persist.
This site exists because we made a clear artistic choice:
not to fall in line,
not to smooth things out,
not to translate our reality into something acceptable.
Our images do not follow the rules.
Our words disturb more than nudity ever could.
Algorithms eliminate art when it refuses to be digested.
But beyond censorship, there is a position.
We refuse to pretend.
We refuse to turn what we live into harmless spectacle.
We refuse to dim intensity to match what is allowed to be shown.
What you see here is not content.
It is real.
It is our life.
Our approach is artistic, but it is not performative.
We do not play roles.
We do not stage scenes.
We document.
A bond in motion.
A shared path.
An unstable, risky, deeply alive territory.
We speak of love and violence.
Of submission, desire, arousal, transgression.
Of those grey zones that are usually silenced or simplified.
Our art is unruly.
It does not seek to please.
It seeks to be true.
Sincere.
And fiercely alive.
Thank you for reading.
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