Creep shots

Every fucking element of her is preternatural. And I enlisted every AI I could find to try to show you what I mean.

I love working out with hot women. And I long to keep the evidence I have done so. But I won’t.

How I use porn to make myself feel better. (NOT how you think….)

Sometimes I wonder what I’m supposed to do.

I’ve been watching women on stairs — not looking up their skirts, but watching them protect against the possibility — and it’s sent me down a rabbit hole about privacy, violation, and some truly bizarre legal priorities.

The thrill of seeing what’s hidden, and why a willing peek beats a stolen glance every time.

A man on a train, his phone, and two young women — and the complicated sympathy of a recovering creep.

I struggle with whether creep shots are violating of women’s privacy. I decide to behave as if they are, but I remain unconvinced….

I struggle with what to do when I admire women’s beauty. Take a picture? Draw a picture? Write a paragraph? Seriously…. what’s a boy to do?

In which I decide that maybe, just maybe, taking non-consensual photos of people might be problematic. Thanks to the thoughtful comments of readers of this blog.