[ShaneGum]

I found myself standing inside a dimly-lit, intimate performance arts space nestled in the heart of São Paulo. The air was thick with anticipation and heated whispers of an audience thirsty for more than just physical satisfaction. Their hunger was for an embodiment of submission and freedom – concepts that surprisingly intermingle well in the mirror of one's soul. I was there to satiate that hunger, not as mere exhibitionist fodder, but through an expression of my artistry – the intimate union of body, mind, and spirit.

I started by painting myself in the colours of twilight. Each stroke etched a memory of emotions on my bare chest, a blend of blues, purples, oranges, mirroring the omnipresent dance between the heart's desire for freedom and the soul's craving for surrender. I arched my back, and the audience gasped, their breath hitching with the curve of my posture, the echo of my actions resonating in their collective consciousness. As if in symphony, the soundtrack of my performance played soft notes, each rhythm throbbing in sync with the beating of our hearts. The symphony not only elevated the atmosphere but served as an auditory guide to the narrative – a narrative of the seemingly paradoxical desires for freedom and submission.

Once bathed in the twilight hues, I turned my attention to the anussy. You might ask what anussy could have to do with this intimate narrative of submission and freedom. In my shows, I often incorporate strange, curious, and unusual elements, bending their meanings and perceptions through art. Anussy, a term foreign to many in my audience, is an amalgamation of the words 'anus' and 'pussy.' A metaphorical representation of something that traditionally implies vulnerability, a place of submission. However, through my performance, I sought to liberate it from societal shackles and judgments, transforming it into a symbol of strength, acceptance, and freedom.

And, in doing so, I forged a connection between submission and freedom that transcended any ordinary exploration of the concept. The colors of dusk amplified, the sound of the symphony heightened as I lead my audience down the rabbit hole of this dichotomy. As I moved, their eyes followed, tracing, understanding, and appreciating the message that I was vibrating across the room. They watched me kneeling, submitting to the weight of my own body, yet finding the strength and freedom in the same. The energy in the room escalated, the connection intensified, and we all breathed the same air, syncopating heartbeats and understanding. This performance was not just an act of vulnerability; it was a journey towards liberation, a journey towards a deeper understanding of self.

In the silence that followed, I felt a living sense of catharsis wash over me; a sense of vulnerability transformed into empowerment. The frenzy had faded, replaced by the somber, soulful sound of solitary applause that soon turned into a thunderous ovation. I stood there, basking in the resonance of my performance, humbled by the overwhelming appreciation echoing in the room. This experience was more than just a performance, more than just art. It was an intimate confession, a daring exploration of the deepest corners of my soul and human desire. As an artist, I have always yearned to create such profound connections, to explore the bounds of vulnerability and strength, submission and freedom.

And tonight, I did, in the heart of SГЈo Paulo.