SA 12/2 *Smooch*
Dec. 2nd, 2002 11:51 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cthulhia
She describes all kinds of kissing in frustrating detail, then diffuses the envy by noting that, as she wrote about it, there had been no such smooches for a month as a result of a bout of relentless Martian Death Flu.
Then she launches into how to sublimate that energy into creativity. Which of course means that I should have a significantly fuller, more impressive portfolio than my friends who date regularly. Au contraire! (Unless you count this journal as art, in which case, wow, am I prolific or what?)
She also claims that we rarely have enough passion for both creative inspiration and wild, untamed nudge nudge wink wink sorts of entertainments. That each takes their turns.
Speaking as someone who spends most of my time as a monk, I wholeheartedly disagree. Either I have enough energy for both, or not enough for one. The peaks feed themselves, as do the ebbs. It would be convenient if I could successfully divert my energies into creativity when I have no sexual outlets, instead of just shutting down entirely. My peaks tend to be so hypervibrant, I need the cooling off time. Not bipolar, but, I would probably scare people away if I was like that all the time.
I suppose I have gotten better, but not without a lot of internal resignation of the "maybe this is all I'm good for" variety. When I'm not being a little ray of midnight about the whole thing, I'm better at admitting I get a lot done, even if it doesn't feel like it because it's not what everyone else seems to be doing.
So, technically, a peak passion time right now, several pieces of art done over the weekend. Prowling around the Park Plaza for the concom tour provoked both wistfulness at all the smooches the last time I was there, and excitement for the next Arisia. I hope the Cafe isn't too small. I don't know because I couldn't find a bridge table to measure. No doubt it'll be a snafu then no matter what. I hope I am in peak mode then too, smooches or not.
Then she launches into how to sublimate that energy into creativity. Which of course means that I should have a significantly fuller, more impressive portfolio than my friends who date regularly. Au contraire! (Unless you count this journal as art, in which case, wow, am I prolific or what?)
She also claims that we rarely have enough passion for both creative inspiration and wild, untamed nudge nudge wink wink sorts of entertainments. That each takes their turns.
Speaking as someone who spends most of my time as a monk, I wholeheartedly disagree. Either I have enough energy for both, or not enough for one. The peaks feed themselves, as do the ebbs. It would be convenient if I could successfully divert my energies into creativity when I have no sexual outlets, instead of just shutting down entirely. My peaks tend to be so hypervibrant, I need the cooling off time. Not bipolar, but, I would probably scare people away if I was like that all the time.
I suppose I have gotten better, but not without a lot of internal resignation of the "maybe this is all I'm good for" variety. When I'm not being a little ray of midnight about the whole thing, I'm better at admitting I get a lot done, even if it doesn't feel like it because it's not what everyone else seems to be doing.
So, technically, a peak passion time right now, several pieces of art done over the weekend. Prowling around the Park Plaza for the concom tour provoked both wistfulness at all the smooches the last time I was there, and excitement for the next Arisia. I hope the Cafe isn't too small. I don't know because I couldn't find a bridge table to measure. No doubt it'll be a snafu then no matter what. I hope I am in peak mode then too, smooches or not.
