Maintenance is not sex
Maintenance isn’t romance. It’s placement. I don’t clear him because I owe him. I clear him because I built this house. And I keep it flowing.
Maintenance is housework.
Maintenance is rhythm.
Maintenance is what keeps the system flowing.
Sex is something else entirely.
I don’t prepare for maintenance.
I don’t dress up for maintenance.
I don’t light candles for maintenance.
Maintenance is not for him.
Maintenance is for us.
Maintenance is a woman’s craft.
Not because she does everything herself.
But because everything moves by her standard.
Systems follow her rhythm.
Objects stay where she places them.
Energy flows where she directs it.
