Musing

AI image generation is getting better – but it doesn’t matter that much to me. The quality isn’t the point – the process it.

A fragment on secrecy and shame.

I suddenly understand why some women enjoy face-fucking.

I feel alive.

How I got my name, and why it’s sexier abbreviated.

And the winner is….

Turns out, there’s a term for me – not a top, not a bottom, but a side – as I prefer not intercourse, but outercourse.

I don’t really like fucking – I wish I did, but I don’t.

In which I use ChatGPT to help me think about my strip club fantasy with Serena.

Reconciling myself to the inevitability of imperfection, the certainty of loss.