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Replied by Shanecer on topic Canadian non-binary fetish fas
There's something irresistibly captivating about diving into the intimate world of the senses. Where desire and fascination intersect, we find a playground for fashion that I've come to love and inhabit, cloaked in a veneer of mystery and eroticism. As a non-binary fetish fashion designer, my art has been an exploration of baring and concealment, of intimacy and distance.
The glory of my job is in the unveiling, the beguiling dance of anticipation and frustration. It's in the knowledge that beneath that shining latex or those exquisite lace bindings, there is a skin yearning to breathe, flushed with wanting. It's a coy game of peekaboo, with each stitch, each swath of fabric I weave together, acting as an accomplice in this teasing ballet. Sometimes late at night, I sit at my studio in downtown Toronto, my hands gliding over the garments, my mind tracing the bodies they would adorn. The mere thought sending a thrill coursing through my veins.
Unconventional? Perhaps. Taboo? For some. But the heart beats louder for what it secretly desires. No mannequin can do justice to the electric energy that a body infused with want and desire can emanate. What sets my creations apart is not just the material, but the potent connection it makes with the wearer, the lover, the voyeur. Each outfit is a testament to the wearer's obsession, their personal fetish, and their unspoken fantasies.
There's this charged moment, when I watch the runway models sashay down, the crowd watching with bated breath, the hot porn links waiting for these tantalising moments to be uploaded onto the internet. It’s like electric pulses carrying whispers of forbidden sins and secret delights into cyberspace. The caged collective desire of onlookers, the hushed silence pregnant with desire, it's a drug far too potent to resist.
At 50, I pride myself on still having the ability to surprise, to create designs that tease and seduce. The years in this industry haven't hardened me but have honed my craft, charged my passion, and deepened my understanding of human desires. I bear the standard for those who yearn for the quiet whispers of their dark, secret fantasies to be acknowledged, woven into the very fabric they wear, hiding in plain sight.
In this wild, chaotic symphony of desire, I’ve found my raison d'être. I don't create just clothes. I create a bridge between the seen and unseen, between what's uttered and what's left unsaid. Each stitch, each seam, an intimate confession of raw and unabashed desire. The world is my canvas. Lust is my palette. Glory be to the fetish, the longing, the shared intimacy that makes us ache with desire. <a href=https://anussy.com/>
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The glory of my job is in the unveiling, the beguiling dance of anticipation and frustration. It's in the knowledge that beneath that shining latex or those exquisite lace bindings, there is a skin yearning to breathe, flushed with wanting. It's a coy game of peekaboo, with each stitch, each swath of fabric I weave together, acting as an accomplice in this teasing ballet. Sometimes late at night, I sit at my studio in downtown Toronto, my hands gliding over the garments, my mind tracing the bodies they would adorn. The mere thought sending a thrill coursing through my veins.
Unconventional? Perhaps. Taboo? For some. But the heart beats louder for what it secretly desires. No mannequin can do justice to the electric energy that a body infused with want and desire can emanate. What sets my creations apart is not just the material, but the potent connection it makes with the wearer, the lover, the voyeur. Each outfit is a testament to the wearer's obsession, their personal fetish, and their unspoken fantasies.
There's this charged moment, when I watch the runway models sashay down, the crowd watching with bated breath, the hot porn links waiting for these tantalising moments to be uploaded onto the internet. It’s like electric pulses carrying whispers of forbidden sins and secret delights into cyberspace. The caged collective desire of onlookers, the hushed silence pregnant with desire, it's a drug far too potent to resist.
At 50, I pride myself on still having the ability to surprise, to create designs that tease and seduce. The years in this industry haven't hardened me but have honed my craft, charged my passion, and deepened my understanding of human desires. I bear the standard for those who yearn for the quiet whispers of their dark, secret fantasies to be acknowledged, woven into the very fabric they wear, hiding in plain sight.
In this wild, chaotic symphony of desire, I’ve found my raison d'être. I don't create just clothes. I create a bridge between the seen and unseen, between what's uttered and what's left unsaid. Each stitch, each seam, an intimate confession of raw and unabashed desire. The world is my canvas. Lust is my palette. Glory be to the fetish, the longing, the shared intimacy that makes us ache with desire. <a href=https://anussy.com/>
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