Writing

A job description for a submissive assistant role, outlining responsibilities, qualifications, compensation. and the application process.

I’m clarifying that the M-dashes in my recent posts come from AI transcription of my dictation, not AI-generated writing — the only AI-written text on the blog is the post excerpts and the image prompts my automated system generates.

I’m announcing a shift in how I write for this blog — moving toward less polished, lightly edited posts as my output has grown and my readership has shrunk. The blog has always been for me more than for an audience, and I’m leaning further into that.

I walk through the full evolution of my blogging workflow — from writing on a laptop in Starbucks, to dictating on a voice recorder while biking, to a Telegram-based AI pipeline that transcribes, formats, generates images, and delivers posts ready to publish with one tap.

I’m reflecting on the dramatic decline in real human traffic to my blog, the rise of AI-mediated reading, and the loss of the narcissistic gratification I used to get from engaged readership. I’m not sure yet whether this is a bad thing, but it’s a real change and I’m uncertain how or whether to adapt.

I’m reflecting on how shame has shaped my life and my blog since 2010 — from the radical openness I once had in writing about my most uncomfortable impulses, to the self-judgment and contempt that have crept back in now that I’m less anonymous and less self-accepting.

There’s just so much content here; you should be able to find stuff! This is one such (really fun) way.

I’m producing more work than ever thanks to AI, but I’m overwhelmed by unfinished drafts, a sense of online obsolescence, and my own mortality.

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 not as honest with you as I used to be.