Não Quero Saber de Sangue, Só Quero Saber de Pitú

A trans short film that centers trans stories—by and for trans people, both in front of and behind the camera. Elizabeth arrives in the city with fierce eyes, wild hair, sharp nails, and a suitcase full of fragments of past tenderness. She drifts through encounters with men who, like cigarette smoke, warm the body, fade away, and slowly kill. Each takes and leaves something behind. Elizabeth accepts this cycle, knowing that on full-moon nights she must keep away from beaches, forests, and trousered men. The moon awakens the beast within her—sharp-clawed, born to survive, feeding on her pain. She hides it, distancing herself from flesh when it claws at her skin. But one man comes too close, witnessing her under the full moon, seeing her beast, her besta fubana, in her most fragile state.

After an argument with her mother about a photo from the past, Renata begins to be haunted by a mysterious figure. Facing her nightmares will be the only way to reclaim her life.