Having spent My early childhood sprawled across tatami reading Japanese horror fables in My grandmother’s countryside home— situated between a rice field and a graveyard, no less— I emerged fixated on all things Gothic & Macabre. 

Japanese folklore warns of obscene demons masquerading as sweet & approachable women; from cunning animals disguised as the girl-next-door, to murderous femme-fatale cannibals hiding their awful gaping mouths under surgical masks & feminine wiles. 

In these folktales, the following themes appear in repetition:

1) Women are not what they say they are

2) Femininity is untrustworthy, unstable & treacherous; doubly dangerous for its maddening allure

3) ‘Womanhood’ as we know it is ultimately a farce; an elaborate performance driven by ambition, ulterior motives or evil entities

I relish in the juiciness of these suspicions & accusations.

What better arena to explore the ‘Monstrous Feminine’ than a dynamic BDSM scene?