Anxiety

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

I’m not immune to COVID.

Playing on the knife’s edge between safety and danger is where the fun is.

My crazy experience of loss and fear.

In which I propose an alternate conceptualization of the wildly popular notion of “attachment styles.”

An inauspicious start to my owning Marina’s cunt for 48 hours.

There’s just too much going on. None of it is bad, exactly. Well, very little is bad. But I can’t breathe.