A film about love, also a memoir, about the trip made in the 1970s to Morocco by Jarda Ícone, an artist, sexologist, and octogenarian rocker, as she defines herself, and Lírio Terron, a human rights activist. In fact, a journey that is not over in their lives. Jarda Icon teaches classes on how women can obtain their own orgasm. With her group of disciples and friends Ana Brasil, Sheyla Fernanda, Caroline Sylvie and Lakshmi she develops self-sustainable feminist and artistic projects. The film is political, but not at all politicized in the traditional sense. It is an ode to the underground and counterculture movements, it is a hymn to freedom, and its title is also a tribute to Oswald d Andrade, one of the main names in Brazilian modernism.

The crown jewels of the empire rise and fall in this subversive and highly symbolic satirical short.

A boy dreams of being a man like the ones he lusts for. Does the man he becomes live as he imagined?

40 years after the beginning of the AIDS pandemic, seven artists and an activist doctor, all of them living with HIV, offer new images and perspectives to deal with serophobia in Brazil.

Marcelo, a 40-year-old dandy, has a memory like no other. Monologuing between coffee and gay hookups, he holds court on a wide range of topics: his status, his Catholic grandmother, and his unusual sexual fantasies. At times, he takes himself for Genghis Khan or poet-philosopher Novalis.

Flávio loses his sexual appetite editing porn videos. José, his husband, is trying to create an equation that determines when humans will colonize Mars. Flávio is focused on a more internal journey, and José is trying to find ways to bring Flávio's lust back. Meanwhile, Hypnos, god of sleep and youtuber, tries to give people back the art of rest.

Malu is organising a gender-reveal party for a pregnant influencer – while dealing with her own grief, her persistent constipation problems and her adolescent transgender child (who disapproves of her job commission). At the condominium where Malu lives, some strange phenomena are unleashed in the home’s most private zone: the bathroom.