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Fourteen years since climbing out of the wreckage, and I’ve never felt more alive—despite the limp, the pain, the aging. Death is a constant companion, sure, but so is desire, vitality, absurd good fortune, and the bittersweet weight of knowing I’m right at the peak.

According to Saya, I am an exceptional lover with remarkable skill in cunnilingus, creating a safe and thrilling environment for intense pleasure and prolonged orgasms, always prioritizing my partner’s satisfaction.

A mid-afternoon encounter with Saya. Including fucking!

A momentary lapse of reason about Serena.

Saya comes for me. On Zoom.

Rumi knew something about desire.

I grapple with pervasive sadness about aging, beauty, and desire.

More porn thoughts: MetArtX, SexArt and the portrayal of masturbation and sex. More thoughts to follow. Soon.

My porn tastes, and what they do and don’t say about me.

I promise not to overwhelm you with slop. I will, though, try to use AI to help me write better, more creatively, with better reference to what I’ve written previously. If I can figure this shit out…. it should be more better.