“If only I could feel about sex as I do about writing! That I’m the vehicle, the medium, the instrument of some force beyond myself.”
More on Sontag and sex, here, at BrainPickings: Susan Sontag on Sex.
ORDERS: Writers, this weekend: go fuck the way you write. Lovers of writers, demand that performance.
INSIDE INSIGHT: My feelings about sex and writing are all mixed up. Or maybe that’s the wrong word. Intertwined, interconnected. Feeding off each other. Hemingway said writing and “makeing love” (that’s how he always spelled making, btw, isn’t that awesome?) were powered by the same engine and if he wanted to do one, he had to ease off the other. I find fucking makes me want to write, and writing makes me want to fuck.
…but that might have something to do with what I’ve chosen to write about in this incarnation…