Being "sexy" on its own is as useful as a bonfire in the desert.
Its the combination of mind and body that makes things work.
I understand why artists surround themselves with other creatives. Dancers, poets, painters. The energy feeds off itself and inspires other things.
Sexy isn't a single star, burning in the darkness of space.
Its a galaxy of possibilities, rushing through our brains as we harness its energy. Some channel that in obvious ways, others use it for their own "fuel".
I say stoke the fire - let it burn bright and long, until we're too tired to speak.
I let my fire burn, throwing gasoline in it, and when it overflows, be careful not to stand too close to me. Like the king Midas, I might ruin something beautiful accidentally just by touching it.