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The AI universe is filled with enshittification.

I’ve been investing in myself with more solitary, even solipsistic, forms of sex and sexuality. Maybe this is a little bit about my growing older… All I know is that there’s a distinct shift and ebbing.

After a year of physical, familial, and domestic disruption, I’m reflecting on my relationship to sexuality, fantasy, aging, AI, and gender in search of renewed creative flow.

A surfeit of style

I had intense and uneven sex with Saya after one of her parties, shaped by her exhaustion, my desire, and our ambiguous emotional entanglement.

AI helping me to make sense of my past.

A paean that graduates into something like a creep shot.

AI can nail a face but not a feeling. Guess which one matters more to me.

Every fucking element of her is preternatural. And I enlisted every AI I could find to try to show you what I mean.

We elected him. He is delivering. I’m not especially interested in the pearl-clutching around his latest offense. It. Will. Get. Worse. We voted for it. He will deliver.