If erotic living is creative, present, complex, intimate, interesting, fully alive, expanding in places of contraction, soulful, a state of being created, a sense of novelty, leaning into taboos, being vulnerable with yourself, individuating, pleasure-filled, delicious, feeling excited by your life and how you spend your time, depth-oriented, meaningful, purpose-driven, vital, authentic, subversive, receptive, intense, unique, desire-based, magnetic, unbridled, emotional, attracted to new depths in yourself, imagination-led and de-shaming, then artists are the most embodied form of erotic potential.
If you think you aren’t an artist and don’t have it in you, this denial is your biggest transgression against yourself. Denying your creativity is spitting in the face of your humanity and traumatizing your childhood self. Stop that. It’s time to wake up.
Most people feel an ongoing vague existential dread that says, you didn’t grow up but instead grew away from yourself and with each birthday, you further realize you’ve calcified into a god damn stranger. If this is you, that existential dread is the state of your soul.