What kind of sheets do you have on your bed, and what do they say about you?

You locate different aspects of your identity in bed. The bed is at once a place of rest and solitude, as well as a social space. It serves as the setting for both isolation and intimacy. The bed is a designated space for desire’s conception (dreams and fantasies) as well as fulfillment (fucking). Your bedsheets are an advertisement for your entire body in a bar where you cruise yourself from your mind.

Bedding is oracular. You can read someone by how they make and maintain their bedding. Like tea leaves. Even if someone doesn’t pay attention to their bedding choices, that’s a statement, too: passivity. (Perhaps some of us have more important things to think about than where we lay our heads.) A way of signaling that they are in control of their subconscious, their sleep just occurs incidentally. Usually white or black sheets, concerned with hygiene over aesthetics—but just barely.

Alternately, some people have sacred, illustrated beds, reflecting or alluding to the activities (both physical and psychic) that occur there. On my bed I have rainbow sheets from the 70s. It’s my own thing; I connect tertiary colors with the body and want to rub them against mine (and invite you over to do it, too).

The point is: how you accouter your bed reflects your relationship to your desire. Do you acknowledge it? Portray it? Play it down? Deny it? Could your bed more accurately reflect your source of empowerment? Could you change it into both the catalyst and totem of your creative and sexual liberation?

—Max Steele