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Trump has dampened my libido. What I initially attributed to aging, I now recognize as a response to the horror of the current political moment: it’s hard to summon desire in the middle of a national catastrophe.

I built a custom chatbot. Ask it anything about my life, relationships, or insights. Just know: your conversation isn’t private, the corporate and environmental ethics are messy, and usage is throttled.

Ask N anything!

I’m definitely not saying that I wish Trump had let loose some sort of armageddon on Iran tonight. But. The man is a master of reality TV. And. A total. Fucking. Chickenshit. Sociopath. Pussy.

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.