AI

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.

AI can nail a face but not a feeling. Guess which one matters more to me.

I’m fucking crazy. Did you know that?

I promise not to overwhelm you with slop. I will, though, try to use AI to help me write better, more creatively, with better reference to what I’ve written previously. If I can figure this shit out…. it should be more better.

Dreams, dreams, dreams…. They tell a lot about me. But nothing I (you?) don’t already know.

I’ve been writing a lot, but I’m finding it hard to process that writing into posts for you to read.

AI shits the bed on Serena, calls her unattractive

Curiosity and agency — the only things that ever really mattered.