Say, those female principles, the wouldn't happen to have been yours once?
(I will now endanger myself with the threat of being retrograde un-created...)
They probably dumped him when he drank too much malt liquor, and began suffering earth shattering mountain farts that blew holes in the bed's pillow top while simultaneously disintegrating the comforter.
Since this occurs regularly, and the stench is only made bearable by considerable abuse of cheap cigarettes (and perhaps some Clove flavor ones as well), and even MORE booze, it produces a downward spiral in which the female principle cannot endure, and must retreat back to the Aetherius.
Eventually however, he will experience the female tomboy principle, who drinks the malt liquor, produces earthquake farts to counter the mountain ones, and lights up cuban cigars-- and is able to thrive in the "Creative environment" which he prefers.
Until that day however, we'll have a sixually frustrated Pelinial Whitestrake shooting everybody with killing light, while watching his nephew morihaus shag the pretty lady with secret envy.