At turns out, I’m not very good at writing on a schedule. While I like writing about sex and creativity, I prefer writing when the muse strikes, not because I’m feeling pressured (kinda like sex that way). So my 30 day experiment was something of a failure- in that I only got 15 entries in – but on the flip side, I learned something about how I like to operate. I need to be inspired!
So, I am continuing with the experiment, but on my own time table. I started this idea back in August - I was standing in the waters of the Columbia, out at the nude beach on Sauvie’s Island, and I was struck by the desire to explore my thoughts and experiences with sex and art. I hoped I might learn something in the process - how sex influences creativity and vice versa. I have since started teaching my 8-week class (on Sex & Creativity) - we are currently in week 5 - and I am learning every single day. (More on that in the next post).
Most importantly, I have learned that creativity, like good sex, takes time. You have to set aside both time and space to allow yourself to explore. John Cleese talks about this being the most important factors in creating anything, and I notice how true it is. Yes, I can be creative in a pinch, I can squeeze out an assignment. And I enjoy a quickie now and then. But oh, to luxuriate. To have the time to really allow something to unfold.....That’s where the magic really happens. A whole day, a whole weekend (I’ve never given myself more than that for creativity or sex) but those times have been incredibly fruitful. No pressure to come! To come up with something immediately! To just meditate and muse and masturbate. To write and think, to stroke and touch and feel. I’ve realized that this gift of time and space is not hedonism. So often in my life I have had the thought, “I should be doing something productive. Something tangible.” But now I realize how important this time really is. It’s not a luxury. If I want to be an artist, a good lover, it is a necessity. I can’t set aside an hour or two a week. I need to make art and sex priorities in my life if they are going to grow.
This past week I gave my class(es) and assignment. Masturbate and freewrite. See what happens to the quality of your writing when you come just before you create. I’ve been practicing myself - my hands still smell of my pussy as I type (yeah, the keyboard could probably use a good cleaning, but who gives a fuck really) and I find I am looking forward to writing in a way I never have. Honestly, I have no idea if the quality of my writing is any different - I would like to believe that it’s oh so much more lucid and insightful - but truth be told, it may have no effect on the actual words. But the desire? Huge. I am writing every day now. I have never been a regular writer. I write because something needs written. But since creating this association - that writing leads to orgasm and vice versa - my desire to write has exploded (pun intended). I wake up and reach for my laptop (or I wake up and reach for myself, and then my laptop). I write erotica to get me going. I read erotica to jumpstart my engine. And I am making time for sex. At least once a week, I am off the grid. Several hours spent in bed, just allowing my body to respond and explore and create.
Making sex and creativity my priority during this time has done wonders for both my writing habit and my sex life. I encourage you to create time and space for both in your life too. Whether or not you have a partner, just making room can have a profound effect.
Go out and find yourself some inspiration. Here's my board on Pinterest to get you started. Tumblr has lots of fun sites full of pictures (and i've just discovered GIFS!) Allow yourself to be influenced. Write what comes up for you. Or use words & pictures to inspire your own sex life. Be curious. See what happens. (and tell me what you discover!)