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Permission, fantasy, and the third rail
Read moreI’m trying to give myself permission to fantasize about off-limits women. It’s HARD!
Losing women
Read moreI struggle to accept the loss of women in my life, a pattern rooted in losing my mother repeatedly.
Word clouds
Read moreThere’s just so much content here; you should be able to find stuff! This is one such (really fun) way.
Being a side: a lament
Read moreI reflect on my lack of passionate, spontaneous sex and the losses inherent in any particular sexual configuration.
Replaying the story of being left despite doing my best
Read moreI keep telling myself a story, using various women, in which I do everything right but am still left, feeling somehow at fault and unable to prevent or repair the loss.
I fucking love ai
Read moreNow you can browse all the pictures for any tag in one place — even as a slideshow. I’m unreasonably excited about this.
Permission
Read moreI want to consciously allow myself to fantasize about sex, scenarios, and people—regardless of possibility or appropriateness—while reminding myself that imagination does not require action.
Overwhelmed by ai, drafts, and the end of the blog era
Read moreI’m producing more work than ever thanks to AI, but I’m overwhelmed by unfinished drafts, a sense of online obsolescence, and my own mortality.
