Creativity, sexuality and freud

Creativity has no age. Five years ago, the spark that had always coexisted within me erupted, and from that little Big Bang, the words began to become stories that no one had yet invented. I am an author and it is my profession. I admit that it was an arduous conversion, but also inevitable. There was not a single inch in my veins that lacked the desire to create, and hiding it I know would have killed me. My mind imagines with hardly any rest, and I cannot let the fantasy fall into the void. I am an activist by nature, and I suffer if society hurts to breathe. And I have furnished a rational space in my brain, although, I use daily the intense halo of energy that I accumulate around my heart to be art. It's my passion.

What does a creative do with such passion?

Creating is the only delta in an inexhaustible river. Artistic passion does not end, and we creatives love being the way we are; tireless. The invention also ends up being unconditional love, and as in any relationship, sex is necessary. In fact, the art is to make love very slowly, and at each end, you can even touch the climax without the need to stretch your fingers.

Freud wrote that the transformation from sexual activity to sublimated activity required a time of retraction of the libido on the Ego, which made it possible to reorient towards non-sexual activities. The neurologist had two concepts: a) The energy necessary for creation is erotic in nature, and b) the energy that is sublimated in writing does so in that environment because there is an obstacle in reality that prevents the writer from discharging his sexual energy. directly. And he concluded that it was sexual frustration that led the artist towards creation.

In addition, there is the energy-drive theory of psychoanalysis, the Eros, which affirms what is written. The word drive as impulse, used by Freud, asserts that the subject is positively directed towards the object, which results in a flexible and expansive energy, and leads to an erotic source, life instinct, and at the same time, supplies psychic raw material for creativity in art. Writing is sex. He screams in my silence, he is imagination, he wants under my skin, he undresses me while under the covers I hide like a ball. He grows when my words fall on a blank sheet of paper and blood boils between my bones.

I have found that being creative enhances my passion and my libido. And getting into Yorgasmic has been another key step; an adrenaline rush. I have met a team of professionals who have helped me channel my sexual energy and transform it into an endless thread of creativity. I have grown exponentially. Art and sex love each other, and love has no limits.