Maybe Your ADHD Has a Procrastination Kink
On self-edging, unfinished brilliance, and learning to play with your patterns instead of shaming them
Some people have a praise kink.
Some people have a control kink.
I’m starting to suspect I have… a procrastination kink.
The kind where my body genuinely gets more pleasure from what might happen than from actually doing the thing.
The more I watch my patterns, the more they feel less like “bad habits” and more like a private kink scene between me, my ADHD brain, and my creativity — complete with subspace and edging.
When I zoom out and watch myself, it’s almost erotic how much more turned on I am by planning than by finishing. Give me ideating, drafting, mapping, editing, going down the rabbit hole, adding nuance, finding the right metaphor, connecting it to ten other ideas I love… my brain lights up.
Ask me to hit publish?
Whole nervous system goes, “Mmm, maybe later.”
And for years I called that a flaw. Now I’m wondering if it’s a kink.
When I Realized Planning Was Turning Me On More Than Finishing
I’m writing this from Mérida, with the Yucatán sun pouring in and three different half-finished drafts open on my laptop.
I’ve done this with everything: launch plans for leadership cohorts, outlines for workshops, in-progress rituals for my Pleasure As Practice universe. Whole Google Drive folders that feel like altars to what I almost birthed, but didn’t quite let touch the world.
Here’s what keeps happening, over and over:
I’ll open a doc “just to get some thoughts down.”
Three hours later, I’m not in a light brainstorm anymore — I’m deep in a pleasure loop:
chasing the perfect phrasing
weaving in another quote, another framework, another layer
imagining how transparent and resonant this could be for the people I’m writing to
feeling the rush of, “Mmmm, this gon be so good when I share it…”
My ADHD brain is happily hyperfocused, time has evaporated, and I’m floating in the fantasy of the future response.
But the actual task — finishing, formatting, posting, emailing, setting up payment, sending the invoice, uploading the file — lives in a whole different room. A room with less sparkle and more… admin.
And without even deciding to, I ghost the task.
I’m not “doing nothing,” though. I just… quietly start flirting with the next idea. The next essay, the next offering, the next ritual, the next Notion board.
It’s not a lack of ideas. It’s an abundance of arousal at the edge of possibility.

Why Calling It a Kink Helps More Than Calling It a Problem
The moment I named it a kink, something softened.
If I’m continuing to do something — especially as a grown, self-aware woman — it’s probably giving me something. There’s some kind of pleasure, protection, or payoff, right?
As a Black healing-justice facilitator, a sacred submissive in her 40s, and an ADHD brain who literally teaches people how to move from self-bullying to self-belonging, it’s not lost on me that my procrastination kink shows up most around the work that matters most.
Calling it “procrastination” keeps me in shame:
You’re lazy. Inconsistent. Undisciplined. Ungrateful.
Calling it a procrastination kink shifts the energy to curiosity:
Okay baby, what’s the good part here? What about this is secretly turning you on?
It lets me ask:
What feels delicious about almost being done but not quite?
What do I get to avoid by staying in the planning phase?
Where does my nervous system feel safer at the edge than in the release?
Instead of bullying myself into productivity, I get to interrogate the pleasure.
The Anatomy of My Procrastination Loop
Here’s how the loop usually runs in my body:
Spark
A new idea lands. A sentence, a story, a question.
I feel a little jolt of electricity: Ooh, that’s good. I should write about that.Seduction (Ideation High)
I start taking notes. The more I write, the more connections appear. My brain is like: Wait, this also connects to grief, and Oshun, and ADHD, and leadership, and kink,
and abolition, and…
Complexity is a huge turn-on for me. The more intricate it gets, the more alive I feel.
Subspace: Hyperfocus + Time Distortion
In BDSM, people talk about subspace — that floaty, altered state a submissive can enter when they fully surrender into a scene.
My version isn’t about submitting to a person though.
It’s like I slip into subspace with Creation itself.
I drop into that tunnel where emails, texts, and meals disappear. Time gets weird. My nervous system is locked onto the idea in front of me. It feels devotional, almost trancelike. I’m not “avoiding work”— I am working, but only on the parts that give me dopamine, meaning, and magic.
I’m not submitting to my ADHD.
I’m submitting to Inspiration. I’m letting the Work top me.The Edge of Release (Perfection Mode)
I get close to done… and suddenly the energy shifts. Now I’m hovering at the edge.
Instead of finishing, I:
tweak titles
rewrite the same paragraph seven times
research one more quote
reformat the layout
It still looks like work. But energetically, I’m circling the threshold, refusing to cross it. I’m keeping myself right on the edge of “almost done,” where everything is still perfect in my mind.
Ghosting the Finish Line
Then come the steps that don’t feel good:
tech setup
posting, scheduling, uploading
pricing, invoicing, follow-up
telling people, “It’s ready.”
My body quietly slips out of the scene. I tell myself I’ll “come back to it later.”
Spoiler: later has 47 other ideas waiting.
Repeat with a New Idea
Instead of completing, I start a new ideation loop somewhere else — and get to feel that rush all over again.
That’s the loop.
That’s the kink.
My Procrastination Kink Is Basically Self-Edging
If you’re not familiar with the term, edging in a sexual context is when you intentionally bring yourself (or someone else) close to climax, then back off — on purpose — to stretch out the tension and prolong the pleasure.
Tell me this doesn’t sound like a work pattern and a sex scene at the same time:
I bring a project right to the brink of ready.
I can feel the energy building: This is almost there. This could really land. This might change something.
And then… I pull back.
I don’t send it.
I don’t launch it.
I don’t hit publish.
I circle. I refine. I move the deadline. I start a “better” version. I open a new doc.
Energetically, I am edging myself with my own potential.
I keep myself suspended in:
the fantasy of how powerful this could be
the safety of not actually being seen, paid, or critiqued
the high of “I’m working on something huge” without the vulnerability of “Here it is.”
And just like in kink, edging isn’t inherently bad. It can be:
a way to build intensity
a way to savor the journey
a way to make the eventual release more satisfying
But only when there’s a container and a choice.
When my procrastination kink runs the show without consent or structure, there is no release — just endless build-up and crash. That’s when it stops being hot and starts being painful.
This Isn’t Just About Work
If I’m honest, I recognize this “erotic devotion to potential” from my love life too.
I remember seasons of my life where I’d lie next to someone I loved and silently pray for the version of him I hoped would arrive one day — post-therapy, post-healing, post-clarity.
And I know I’m not alone. How many of us have stayed in relationships because of who someone could be, not who they were actually showing us in real time?
who they might become after therapy
once they finally turned toward their childhood wounds
when they eventually got serious about their dreams
We weren’t just in love with the person in front of us. We were in love with their potential — the fantasy, the almost, the edge.
My procrastination kink feels like a cousin to that pattern.
I get attached to the idea of the project, the fantasy of its impact, the future version of me who has already finished it. And sometimes I treat the actual, messy, present-tense work the way I once treated real people: as if it should somehow transform without me making a clear, grounded, here-and-now choice.
Naming this doesn’t mean I shame myself. It just helps me see that this isn’t a random quirk — it’s a relational pattern I learned with people, now playing out with my work.
And if I could unlearn it in love, I can unlearn it here too.
When a Kink Stops Being Fun
Like any kink, this one needs consent and containment.
If the loop:
keeps my nervous system in constant low-grade anxiety
blocks my money from arriving
strains my collaborations
or leaves me drowning in half-finished brilliance…
…then it’s not just a playful quirk. It’s a pattern that’s running me.
I don’t want to discard this part of me. She’s creative, alive, and magical as hell. I just can’t consent to her setting the rhythm for my whole life and work. She can keep teasing me at the edge, but I need a more grounded lead—inside me or in my Dom—to say, “It’s safe to release now. You’ve earned it. Let them receive you.” My power exchange and my competence kink need someone more stable in charge than this part of me.
So instead of trying to “fix” her with discipline bootcamp, I’m asking:
What would it look like to play with this kink instead of being ruled by it?
Turning the Procrastination Kink Into a Practice
(aka My “Procrastination Kink Protocol”)
Here’s what I’m experimenting with right now.
I’ve started calling this my Procrastination Kink Protocol — a three-part way of playing with the pattern instead of letting it run me.
Naming the Pleasure Out Loud
When I notice myself circling the task instead of finishing it, I ask:
What part of this is actually feeling good right now?
What am I getting to avoid by staying in the planning phase?
What fantasy am I protecting by not putting this out?
Just naming it —“Oh, I’m getting off on the fantasy of how good this could be”—breaks the trance.
Making Completion the Scene, Not the Afterthought
Instead of treating completion like the boring chore at the end, I’m trying to eroticize the finish:
in my lovely ADHD chair, whine my waist, open my legs, and drop into a deep reclining butterfly pose, letting my body feel, this is what completion gets to feel like
lighting a candle before I hit publish
putting on a specific playlist only for sending the thing
calling the last 20 minutes of a task my “release window”
celebrating with something small and sensual right after I’m done
I want my body to learn that finishing can also be a source of pleasure and safety, not just exposure.
One Obedient Move
My ADHD + kink brain responds well to simple, clear commands.
So I’ve been playing with this question:
“What’s one obedient move I can make toward completion?”
Not ten. Not the whole launch. Just: upload the file, or write the subject line, or send the pitch email, or choose the date.
One obedient move honors my need for structure and my desire to feel like I’m in a sacred game with myself.
This is part of what I mean when I talk about Pleasure As Practice: letting even my messiest patterns become places I can meet myself with curiosity, ritual, and a little bit of kink, instead of shame.
If This Is You Too…
If you’re reading this and recognizing yourself, here are a few gentle invitations:
Where do you get more turned on by planning than by finishing?
What’s the actual pleasure in your procrastination pattern — control, safety, fantasy, avoiding grief, avoiding disappointment?
What do you imagine might happen if you actually finished and shared the thing?
What’s the best-case fantasy?
What’s the feared outcome?
If this was a kink, what kind of container would make it feel safe and fun instead of chaotic and costly?
You’re not “too much”, or broken for needing more pleasure, structure, or ritual wrapped around your tasks.
Maybe your procrastination isn’t proof that you’re lazy.
Maybe it’s proof that your body is begging for a different kind of relationship with work, time, and desire.
Maybe…just maybe…
your ADHD has a procrastination kink, too. And she’s been having the time of her life.
P.S. For paid subscribers:
If this landed in your body and you want to play with it in real time, Part 2 goes deeper into my Procrastination Kink Protocol — the actual scripts, rituals, and self-Dom practices I’m using to bring projects all the way through without bullying myself into getting it done.
I’ll share kink-informed task scenes, “One Obedient Move” examples, and audio you can literally press play on when you’re circling a task, and when you’ve completed it. If you’ve ever wished someone would help you eroticize your to-do list in a way that’s tender, grown, and shame-free… that one’s for you.


Feeling both turned on and called out at the same time. 😂 This framework is a game changer!
This was absolutely genius. @Kelly Diels shared it with her group today & I couldn’t resonate more with everything you said here!