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.

I fantasize about reuniting the women from last year’s sapphic soiree to create a better-directed reprise, even though the fantasy feels unrealistic.

I geneuinely believe I’m the best ever.

Two cute women, one for whom I long, one for whom I don’t.

I increasingly find that I prefer AI-generated pornography over real-life encounters and traditional porn – it indulges my perverse fantasy of omnipotent control without the difficulties of human interaction.

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.

ChatGPT sucks, lately. Claude? It’s killing it.