Month: March 2019

Crochet is like sex to me.

I really have a problem when it comes to selling crochet items. On a few times that other friends / people would ask me why am I not selling crochet items, I always have a hard time explaining to them why. I would go around making excuses.

On our way to the last day of crochet workshop in Sevilla, Bohol, this topic was discussed again. This time, I confessed that it’s really hard when it comes to making money from crochet because it’s like sex to me. If I accept money from crochet, it feels like I’m prostituting myself. Though, there’s nothing really wrong with prostitution as long as you’re for it. But you get what I mean… I/we just cannot have sex with any one.

Now on to helping facilitate a crochet workshop for a women community, I always say that I hope crochet can unlock more than learning how to crochet in them (My previous post, Crochet WOKEshop >>).” I hope crochet can spark whatever undiscovered “madness” / passion inside her that would give them immense self-pleasure that they would do any thing just to achieve it.

But thing is, for most community workshops, the main goal is mostly about uplifting financial status, social impact, and whatever to-help-others tag line. Any thing NOT about contributing to the greater good of the community / financial impact does not deserve to be spent money on, be given budget by the government or any organization (Even I would probably question it.). Why is “giving ones’ self pleasure” not actually a worthy cause?

And, don’t get me started with “Who am I / we to have the say that they need uplifting or they need some social impact form of activity?” I mean they’ve been doing “social impact” their whole life probably.

So it makes me so happy when I’d hear from the participants that crochet can make them forget house chores, their husband… I’d like to believe that for once, these hardworking women — who spend most of their waking hours thinking and serving others — just forget about the world and immerse their selves in doing something selfish, on something which might only be beneficial and pleasurable to her alone.

I can probably easily talk about self-pleasure as we might not have the same reality. But who does not want pleasure for the sake of pleasure? I guess we all deserve it, wherever we are in the spectrum of “all walks of life” (Anyhow, screw the spectrum!).

If ever you get to the end of this post, if you receive a crochet item from me, please do not think dirty of it. I actually think of any one having this great passion on something as “sex.” Like you can be obsessed with baking, and I would see your baking as your kind of sex.

So there! =) Let me go back to #bloggerpose.