1/28/2008

Sex is in the Air

Surprised? Or offended? Or curious? All three? Great. Read on, please.

Let me begin by challenging our definition of the word. Sex is intercourse, interaction, a giving and receiving, a planting of seed. It requires someone to input something, and someone else to receive it, and it may grow in that person to the point of birth.

Think about it. Isn’t that also true of a conversation between two people? One person, in the role of the giver, may speak a sentence and plant the seed of an idea in the listener. If the seed takes hold, what result might it have? That person may change their behaviour or their thinking, or the idea might germinate and grow into something much larger than the original seed ever was.

Maybe you are writing a book or a blog. You take the time to sit at your desk and type in words and more words, thousands of them sometimes. You pause to grasp a vital concept and attempt to capture it on the page. Then you click on “Publish Blog”, or you send your book to the printer, and you wait. Sometimes it takes a long time. But your seed will bring fruit, if it was good seed. That fruit might be a few nice comments on your blog page, some nice public reviews of your book, or the like. That’s the visible part. The invisible part might be the lurker who read your blog, didn’t comment, but was changed forever by what you said. Or someone who bought your book on a whim and was so struck by it that they are constantly reminded of the story. However, whether you see it or not, the fruit is there.

Or take the example of you working on a project, or studying to pass an exam, or putting down your cash to pay for a watermelon, or a computer, or a pack of toilet paper. I’m serious. In every case, the interaction involves you giving up your effort, your time, or the money you earned with them, and you get something back in a vastly different form. Or maybe someone else will get it, if you work as a volunteer or donate money to a charity. Either way, the benefit is there.

There aren’t only good seeds. If you plant a hurt, a lie, a negative action, then that can grow just the same inside the person who receives it, and the result can be much larger than anyone thought. If a child is told he’s stupid, maybe he won’t even try to get into university, maybe he will vanish in a meaningless job and be too shy to ever ask a girl out. If a girl is consistently ignored, maybe she’ll get the idea that no-one values her and live her life accordingly. That is a lifelong “pregnancy” that can give birth to large-scale despair. How to avoid it? Try not to let the bad seed get inside you, I guess, and be careful what seeds you plant in others. Because not everyone is skilled at ejecting unwanted input.

Then again, sex does not always lead to pregnancy and birth. While there are some scientific and medical explanations for this, in the end we can’t always say for certain why it sometimes works and sometimes doesn’t. Sometimes you hear a fantastic sermon, and walk away unchanged. Sometimes a conversation with a friend inspires you with THE idea you want to spend your life fulfilling, but you don’t. Many, many times, someone will come up with a brilliant book idea, but how many will actually start writing, let alone see it through to the end? And on the other side, it’s an everyday occurrence that people get hit with scathing remarks and are still able to shrug it off.

But let’s think about that conversation. A discussion between equals gives equal opportunity for each person to be the giver and plant a seed in the other. In this sense, both parties are both male and female at once, giving and receiving. Don’t freak. I’m only talking about the roles of giver and receiver. We have all played both more times than we know, and they can be found in everything we do. God and the church. Man and wife. Fingers and piano keys. CD and stereo system. Pen and paper. Letter and postbox. Smells and noses. Words and ears. Look around! It’s everywhere! That plant pot on your windowsill, that old radio, the telephone, the kitchen stove, the coffeemaker, the picture in its frame, the sun shining through your curtain. Everything is there to interact in a very specific way with something else, and each result is unmistakable.

The nations as we know them exist because of past interactions, whether in war or in peace. Societies were set up, laws were written, roads were laid – and railways, and power lines, and phone cables. Years ago, someone put in an effort and built the house you live in. And who can tell how many millions of hours it took to establish the Internet as it is today? Everything you see, every webpage, every town, every created thing grew from an idea, a planted seed, a powerful passion – human or divine.

Make sure you get this the right way round. I am not saying that all of life is intrinsically erotic, but that every day is filled with innumerable possibilities to spark off something – whether it’s you getting your morning coffee, or a more world-shaking concept that causes you to jump out of your chair, wave your fist and cry “I have a dream!”

Life itself is potent and creative and full of drive. Maybe that’s the fourth dimension, or the fifth element, or that power that keeps every atom spinning. Maybe it’s God.

Do you see what I mean? We have reduced the idea of sex to a physical or erotic phenomenon. Making love. Making babies. Although this sex act has the same potential for good (for fulfillment, happiness, and babies) and for bad (for boredom, injury and trauma) as the other things I’ve mentioned, it has its own particular power… but tell me: is there anything on the planet that doesn’t?

Art, movies, nature, music, people’s efforts in every arena, words on a page. Everything is sex. Not because the human race has an erotic brain fixation – but because every instance of interaction has the potential to spark off something much larger, whether good or bad. I’m not in a position to comment on physical sex – but all these other interactions? Oh, I have a lot of experience there. No question at all. I’ve felt how harmful inputs have crippled me, and how good seed grew inside me until it popped out – created by a fusion of the idea-seed and my own being.

Day by day, I feel these inputs raining down on me – conversations, words I read, ideas, news, stray thoughts, both good and bad. Sometimes I am the hard ground, not letting them in. But sometimes I am the good ground. Every day, some of these seeds will grow. Some will die like expired sperm, and some will strike the jackpot and go on to birth, that unsettling shift when your “baby” gets a life of its own.

And every day I can choose what I want to invest in my life, my work, my projects, my friends. Good words, time, effort, prayer, love. Or hurt, rejection, too-busy signs, indifference.

Open your eyes.
Recognise the adventure.
Live the journey.
See the sparks.

The whole wide world is full of them…

7 comments:

Sue Dent said...

Surprised? Or offended? Or curious? All three?

Can we just be confused? LOL

Why, you ask? Well . . . read on. These are the first definitions I hit and also the definitions that stand out in my mind when I hear or read the word sex in any conotation.

1. The property or quality by which organisms are classified as female or male on the basis of their reproductive organs and functions.
a. Either of the two divisions, designated female and male, of this classification.
b. Females or males considered as a group.

2. The condition or character of being female or male; the physiological, functional, and psychological differences that distinguish the female and the male. See Usage Note at gender.

3. The sexual urge or instinct as it manifests itself in behavior.
Sexual intercourse.

4. The genitals.

Having shared my definition, I guess that's why I'd say confused. I've often heard Love is in the air but never sex is in the air and while the blog itself is an analogy that bears repeating over and over again, I doubt I'll be wanting to see any of the above definitions in the air! YIKES! Take cover! :O

Don't worry though, I'm probably the only one who thinks the way I do. LOL That's what my psychiatrist tells me anyway. Hmmm . . . why am I in this room with these padded walls. Darn, I've put my shirt on backwards again and tied the sleeves.

Grace Bridges said...

Yeah Sue, that's exactly what I was trying to b e n d ... getting to the idea behind the word rather than its literal meaning...

XDPaul said...

Great. Just what we religious zealots need: more sects.

Oh, wait.

Never mind.

Andrea Graham said...

Is Grace in the market for a husband perchance?

I understand what you're getting at, but I think I belong in that padded room with Sue right now . . .

Deb said...

Now, see, I liked this post. There are indeed analogies to be made here, and worthwhile seeds to carry away.

And no, this does not mean I'm pregnant.

Miladysa said...

I get it :]

BRU-4U said...

Hi Grace.
This is a great thought, and true. Ideas are seminal, and they grow in fertile ground etc etc.
Recently the word "sexy" has been applied to all sorts of things, like good looking/ well functioning cars, machines, gadgets etc that perform well and get a pleasant result. I guess that is to be expected when we have media advertising so sexually oriented, thus it overflows into other life.

I think using creative ideas is huge, and has not been employed greatly by businesses or churches. I think creative expressions also may have a longer productive period. Sadly, because it is often discouraged, we can get fooled into believing we are in the post-menopausal sterile period.
How tragic.