Addiction

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

Reconciling myself to the inevitability of imperfection, the certainty of loss.

Matthew Perry was extraordinary, or, the wisdom of addiction.

I drink too much.

Marina finally sets a boundary, and I’m relieved.

It is a safe bet that if you are exciting me, turning me on, making my cock hard, you are not alone.

Does the word “mania” mean what you think it does? Here’s what it means to me.

I’m a hungry ghost, desperately seeking certain feelings, desperately seeking to escape other feelings.

Does sex addiction exist? Am I a sex addict? Was I a sex addict? Does it even matter what words I use to describe my experience?

Why is it that what turns me on at the moment is images of women’s thighs and cunts, videos of women masturbating, coming?