AI

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

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

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.

I’m fucking crazy. Did you know that?

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

A paean that graduates into something like a creep shot.

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

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.

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.

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