Art Friday ~ Celibacy

This week’s Art Friday post is a poem written by Chris Ong, who participates in a few of our Ontario Generous Space groups. Here’s what he has to say about this poem:

Back when I first started to tell people that I was celibate, I got a lot of ‘interesting’ responses. Not many people understood why I was taking this path. This was something I wrote approximately 2 years ago to vent about how I was misunderstood and about how sometimes celibacy can be hard when there is a lack of support or committed friendship.  I share my poetry over at my blog:


by Chris Ong


Does it mean immaturity? A wild dog running far and free, never to be tied down by anything, or anyone.

Does it mean giving up? A ship returning home from another failed expedition torn sails and a breathless crew unable to catch a second wind.

Does it mean a low libido? A broken water heater that’s never been hot and bothered because all it can give are cold showers.

No, I am not a dog, a tired ship, or a broken heater

I am human

but sometimes it doesn’t feel that way

sometimes celibacy is like a spare tire always tagging along but never quite needed A perfect third,fifth, or seventh wheel playing the odd one out to smooth things over when someone goes flat. a temporary solution, not quite the right fit but good enough to drive on until you can get a replacement.