Porn

I don’t look at porn because I want a woman. If you understood that, maybe you’d feel sad for me.

A terabyte of porn on my disk, thousands of women, and I’d still rather be hunting than looking.

I want infinite porn, and I mean infinite – and I think the moving on is the whole point.

Every behavior, sexual or otherwise, contains valuable information. Lately my pornographic habits are raising disturbing new questions I’ve been avoiding — ones I plan to explore in a future post.

Now you can browse all the pictures for any tag in one place — even as a slideshow. I’m unreasonably excited about this.

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.

I’m fucking crazy. Did you know that?

A mid-afternoon encounter with Saya. Including fucking!

More porn thoughts: MetArtX, SexArt and the portrayal of masturbation and sex. More thoughts to follow. Soon.