sublimation is the shit
I think the whole concept of sexualizing the creative tasks in ones life is a great way to reroute a very powerful energy. Like at work, we were planting little pieces of grass into trays full of dirt, and I was kind of flagging, so yesterday I thought that becoming angry, and being rough and unmerciful in my motions would help me go faster. It did, initially, but the thing is I'm not good at staying mad, and besides it's not healthy, I couldn't maintain it. Then last night I read your entry, and well, it reminded me that my sexuality could be put to better use! Today with that in mind, I decided that I would pretend that I was making love to the trays, you know? Poking my finger into that wet dirt, plugging them with my grass, again and again and again, for hours baby. Like if I want to please my grassy lady, I need to keep a rhythm going. I want to finish, but I know I can't until I know she's satisfied. And when each tray is done, I wave my hand across it, at hip level, making sure the grasses are all tight in their holes and firmly erect. Ooh, yeeaah...wax that grass. It's a certain way to activate that sense of focus you normally reserve only for special moments. Then again, I've never made love for eight straight hours before either. And grass is kind of frigid as lovers go. But it does still help.