AI

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

I fucking love what AI has made possible. Check this out! You can see all the pictures associated with all the posts associated with any individual tag, all at once. You can even make a little slideshow!

I’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.

I’m using AI to turn an unshareable fantasy into a symbolic dream, drawing on Freud’s theories to preserve privacy and allow expression.

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.

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

A paean that graduates into something like a creep shot.

I saw two women. I described them. Not for you, but for an AI image generator. One of them? It nailed. The other? It failed. Not sure I know the difference. But. Suffice it to say, the woman I described…

I’m fucking crazy. Did you know that?