Post

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.

While sitting at a bar in my father’s neighborhood, I was struck by a beautiful woman who closely resembles a cousin I once had a crush on.

I like flat sandals.

A catalog of loathsome humans, some thoughts on political violence, and the things that scare me most right now.