AI

I’m clarifying that the M-dashes in my recent posts come from AI transcription of my dictation, not AI-generated writing — the only AI-written text on the blog is the post excerpts and the image prompts my automated system generates.

I used Perplexity and Claude Code to build a locally served website that curates and presents lingerie options from sites like Intimissimi — solving my frustration with e-commerce UX while shopping for a new stretching partner.

I’ve built a personal AI-curated porn library that’s teaching me something bigger: the internet is dying because websites now obstruct access to content rather than enable it. The future belongs to structured, disintermediated data delivery — and my porn library is a working prototype of that idea.

I walk through the full evolution of my blogging workflow — from writing on a laptop in Starbucks, to dictating on a voice recorder while biking, to a Telegram-based AI pipeline that transcribes, formats, generates images, and delivers posts ready to publish with one tap.

I’m reflecting on the dramatic decline in real human traffic to my blog, the rise of AI-mediated reading, and the loss of the narcissistic gratification I used to get from engaged readership. I’m not sure yet whether this is a bad thing, but it’s a real change and I’m uncertain how or whether to adapt.

Reviewing French Fries, or, the ridiculous power of AI. Or, I’m totally obsessional.

I’ve been building a chatbot to give access to my writing — not to imitate my voice, but to preserve it. This project grew from grief over my mother’s lost writings and a resolve not to leave my child without my output.

Every behavior, sexual or otherwise, contains valuable information. Lately my pornographic habits are raising disturbing new questions I’ve been avoiding — ones I plan to explore in a future post.

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.

I contrast my past destructive obsession with commercial sex against my current generative, productive compulsion with AI tools.