2024

My affair with Serena is flickering out, and the pain has been overwhelming. I’ve kept my thoughts hidden, too raw and vulnerable. Now, I’m torn between rage and terror, emotions that clash with my rational understanding.

I asked ChatGPT to write a snippet about how shitty Mistral is at this task, and this is what it came up with for this post. Ugh. “It churned out a jumble of words that had no focus. I thought we were past this stage, but here we are. Guess I’ll just keep doing the writing myself.”

What I want, I cannot have. But damn, I can come close. Planning a party. A sex party…..

A word cloud showing the most-used words on this blog.

The challenge of reinventing strip clubs to appeal to today’s patrons.

Do you want to please me?

Sixty-nine with Serena. That’s what.

I walk away in fear.

I find that if I mine my interactions with, and feelings about, various women in my life, I can learn a lot of interesting stuff. Mostly around my fear and uncertainty in dating.

More than anything, sex parties make me THINK. The day after a sex party, I’m filled with thoughts, imaginings, and reflections.