Originally from London, the queer underground project is now landing in Berlin for a debut at VOID Club on June 19th, bringing with it a scene that sits somewhere between club night, performance space, and collective over-identification with chaos.

The most memorable parties are when you find your people. It's when you're walking into a room and recognising something that feels like home, even if you've been unaware of the fact that you've spent most of your life looking for it. Sometimes that feeling arrives through a song. Sometimes through the smell of bakhour drifting across a dancefloor. Sometimes through the simple fact that a space exists at all.

In this conversation with Playful Magazine, MELTX talks about rave culture as therapy, building worlds instead of tracks, why pink matters, and how techno became the language that finally made everything click.

June feels like standing at an open window. Gemini season keeps things quick, curious, and slightly chaotic — then Cancer season slides in with feelings you swore you had “handled.” This month is about conversations that matter, emotional honesty that sneaks up on you, and decisions that quietly shape the rest of your summer.

Porn director and actor Paulita Pappel gives you her best advices.

They fucked for thirty days straight while two IBM laptops sat open on the table like sad little corporate tombstones. That’s how this story starts, and honestly, anything softer would be a lie. Kim and Paolo — MySweetApple if we’re using the name the internet knows — aren’t selling some polished fantasy. The real version is hotter, messier, and a lot more human.

Musically, ace of demons has developed a style that pulls from hyperpop, club music and industrial textures while embracing abrupt tonal shifts and emotional volatility. Across previous releases, glamour collides with chaos: motorsport imagery sits beside emotional vulnerability, while camp aesthetics interrupt moments of heaviness and dread.

By day, I am offensively together. I do Pilates. I get promoted. I answer emails in full sentences and make men in quarter-zips regret underestimating me. I vote properly, read widely, call out sexism at the table without turning it into theatre, and remember to text my family back. I have good skin, good posture, good instincts, and a calendar so clean it looks medically supervised. I am an unapologetic feminist, and not in the soft branding sense. I mean the real thing. I k

Relationship Anarchy (RA) is the ultimate "fuck you" to the standard operating procedure of love. It’s not just about having more than one partner, that’s polyamory, which is great but often comes with its own set of rules and hierarchies. RA is about burning the rulebook entirely and custom-building every single connection in your life from scratch

The "sexual autopilot" is a real phenomenon. You know exactly which ear to nibble, which rhythm gets them off, and exactly how long it takes for the whole performance to wrap up so you can go back to being roommates who occasionally share a salad. But here’s the rub: if you don’t talk about it, the autopilot eventually runs out of fuel.

If your sex life has fallen into that tragic little script where one person always leads, one person always melts, and everybody already knows their lines, gender play can blow the dust off fast. Whether you’re cis, trans, non-binary, queer, straight-ish, kinky, or just nosey about your own fantasies, the point is simple: use gender as a tool, not a prison.

What happens when you experience your first tantra massage on camera? This wasn’t just a massage—it was a powerful exploration of consent, b

RUBBERAX doesn’t really “rebrand” himself so much as lean into whatever version of him is already leaking out. Right now, that version is based in Berlin —but calling it a “career shift” feels a bit too clean for someone whose whole thing is blur, tension, and sensory overload.

Long before I tried on a hood myself, I was already clocking the cold sculptural beauty of them everywhere — on BDSM shoots, in club bathrooms with worse lighting than they deserved, in the dark corners of clubs where someone was calmly clipping a leash to another person. I watched a model get zipped into latex at a shoot and being struck less by the sexiness than by the professionalism of it. Black gloves. Hair guard in place. Jaw checked. Breathing panel inspected. Final sh

Amidst these cams making waves is the amateur content category. Cam viewers are trading porn’s fake scenarios for unscripted and genuine moments of amateur performers. The real and raw connection that they provide on platforms like Lemoncams offers something studio films cannot—authenticity. Here, it is not about perfect lights but real pleasure. Now, this shift is not some trend, but it is a revolution in how we all experience adult entertainment. It makes things more exciti