creativity isn't "an outlet". it is one of the only two things in life that actualy gratify. the other is exploring. everything that gratifys contains an eliment of one or the other or both. sex, to the degree it gratifys is because it is something to explore, likewise with money because it is something it is possible to be creative with. i think i've already answered this with what i do; make pictures of places with trains or something other then what we're familiar with as transportation and odd kinds of little houses on the computer, and occasionaly hand paint shirts with machine washable fabric paints, put words togather in my mind like i'm doing now, and basicly immagineer the kind of world i'd rather be living in. just felt unavoidably compelled to throw in that additional thought. =^^= .../\...
i guess sequins and chiffon could be considered gay... or some of the arabic singers voices at least. lord knows how they hit such high notes sometimes...
excellent! maybe i shall inspire you to come back to the dance and celebrate your awesome female power
I surf. Every wave is like dancing with a new partner, they are all different. My body must respond without thought. As the breaking wave turns, twists, goes faster, slows down, I make sublets adjustments with my body weight and try to complement the waves form. I can feel the board cut through the water and I crave to find the sweet spot; that place on the wave where I find perfection; where I no longer need to adjust; it only lasts a second but the sensation stays with me for days; until I find myself in the sweet spot again. I surf for myself but also crave the stoke of sharing a memorable session with friends. I have traveled 1000's of miles, deep into Baja, and all it takes is one good wave to make the entire trip worthwhile.