Writing

I swapped the subway for a bike, and lost two hours of daily writing time. So naturally, I built an AI-powered voice memo pipeline to recapture it.

Serena and her puppy.

I’ve been at 11.

The relationship between my life and my blog, in time.

Is this the best male sex blog? I genuinely believe it is.

Writing reminds me I’m alive. And, that I’m dying.

Why I write….

Writing, writing, writing….

Do I write purple?

I’m loving ChatGPT….