When the World Starts Stinking this Much, We Must Art Ourselves Some Potpourri

“Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habitats, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.” ~ Lady Chatterley’s Lover, by D.H. Lawrence

I had an interesting conversation with a friend, who wanted to know why my writing has “gone from blood and guts and dead things to love, love, love, and sexy things.” He is not complaining about the change. He has been reading my words since before I shared them with anyone else, from when they were wee scribblings on the margins of schoolwork… He’s just surprised that in a time of much turmoil, I’ve “chosen to go freaky sweet.”

He’s not the only one asking. In the last couple of weeks, some of you have messaged me with similar inquiries: “Your writing’s so sexual lately. What’s going on?” And, “I wish I was getting some of what you’re getting. All I do is watch the news and scream bloody murder. Share, dammit!” And my favorite, “Why aren’t you writing about dismembering things? Dismemberment feels adequate. You haven’t gone romantic? Don’t scare me.”

My answer to these questions is short: I’m a child of balance, a soul who believes that what we feed grows. Right now, I believe we must feed what makes us feel good.

You see, my Wicked Luvs, I delight in writing that is passionate, that heats up the blood, that makes muscle want to move bone, writing that digs deep, deep, deep… and makes the mind feel things (or, at least, that’s my intention *cough*). Tales that are sexy, dark, and bloody have always been my favorite to write and read. They touch all the right spots in my brain. Writing them into the world makes my darkness deliciously bright. I love it.


…right now, the world is a raging mess—people are drowning in the results of climate change, nations are being led by dangerous idiots, groups are feeding monsters we hoped dead, people around the world (and the Web) are dismembering each other’s hopes.

But (thank goodness)…

…there are also people trying to spread pretty spells, individuals trying to feed emotions that relax the body, that nudge the brain to release serotonin, oxytocin… and other happy hormones that conjure up smiles… even, if for just a bit.

I can’t go to the streets and rally against injustice and bigotry. I can’t donate millions to help those who need it most (I’ve done my wee monetary bit, but it’s not enough). There is so much I can’t do. But I can write of happy, happy, happy love in lust. And share it.

I will spell lusty words, let them feed on what burns in my flesh and bones, infuse them with love (the way I know it), and then send them into the world.  As I said to my dearest Rommy, on a post she shared on Facebook (about a man whose beliefs should make most people a bit sick), “when the world starts stinking this much, we must art ourselves some potpourri… if we can.” And I can. So, I will write sex… in love.

19 thoughts on “When the World Starts Stinking this Much, We Must Art Ourselves Some Potpourri”

  1. So beautifully expressed! Love that photo and your ring! I think we are all multi-faceted.. it is beautiful to shine out different sides of our being and share your words/art/creations in whatever way feels good and allow every seed to express as it wishes..potpourri yes..child of balance..yes ! I love that you flow with your intuitive force and create as you wish! I am the same, I am true to whatever feels good and feels most alive for me in that timing/moment.I flow with it and that is all!

    I love your work ..it is always deeply charged with passion and energy..whether light/dark/sexy/weird..keep it coming..the world needs your magic.
    have a sweet night

  2. I’m feeling similar tugs as well. It is all too easy to get caught up in an anger/helpless spiral, and the pragmatic part of me is tugging the rest of me to create a small space to revel in the beautiful things, even if it’s only to make me more effective and energize me to fighting the good fight. It seems to me, that the creation of beautiful, and the thoughtful intent to spread that beauty, is a balm many warriors need from time to time during this long fight. I know I felt that way when I had a chance to meditate on the glorious calligraphy used to create the Scroll for Peace, which is making its way to tea schools around the world.

  3. Love this post, Maga. You’ve written it for me too, because I share the same sentiment. The world right now could do with a lot of potpourri, and that’s one of the reason I’ve taken up the love theme as well lately. Keep going! Your freaky sweet, romantic, lovely and lusty writings are a joy to read.

  4. Yep. Focus on the positive…don’t feed the negative XXX
    *It is not even the least bit selfish…..to like your sexy words so much more than the hateful words of others*

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