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The story I've written was lost--deleted from my old macbook. It was around 50k+ already. So I rewrote this story again, and currently at 20k+ words. Expect 3 to 4 months before I finish this. I prefer the 2nd version imo. 😁

I do ask it questions like, "What's the word that sounds like you're not believing something but somehow believing it, and sometimes you completely do, but not really—like half and half?"' when I am having those brain farts and short-term memory loss (I'm 36, so I'm basically dead by now). The AI anwers: The word you might be looking for is "skeptical." It implies a degree of doubt or disbelief, but it doesn't entirely rule out the possibility of acceptance or belief. I can't believe that I forgot the word skeptical, so I ask it something harder, to deny the fact that I'm getting dementia at this point.

In the writing forum, one redditor posted a story made from CHAT GPT. It sounded like the AI was on crack—it was so, how do you say it, reductive, and so positive. Hahaha. I am kind of scared in a sense that in 20 or 30 years from now, once we get the Chat GPT version, I'm-a-Human-Now-Bitch, and it gets the nuances of human writing, we may become obsolute. But then we may be stuck in Artificial Bodies at that point, so who knows?

Has anyone tried this? I typed "write a gay love story, the setting is in New York about two men in their 30s." This is what it gave me: I also asked it to rephrase an excerpt from my current story: Seated in the corner, Martha grinned while enjoying her tea. It proved accurate that the man Mama Rosa had referred to as the apple of her eye also regarded Martha as the jewel in his soul. While blood may be thicker than water, love unquestionably stands out as the most potent bond. Observing Dennis passionately expressing his dismay to the police about allowing an elderly woman into the precinct, Martha couldn't help but smile at the old woman's colorful antics. This is what it gave me: All I can say is that it's so frigging dramatic, it feels like I'm reading a Mexican Telenovela: radiated contentment endearment for Dennis reciprocate seamlessly, for he, in turn, cherished jewel within the depths of his soul stands out as the most formidable and enduring bond. fervently expressing his discontent to the police, passionately advocating against the exclusion of an elderly woman (this is a mouthful) imbued with the warmth of familial connection and the richness of relationships forged not merely by blood but by the profound currents of love that ran through their shared experiences. (tongue twister at this point) I feel like it's a great tool for writers to read relatable, complex sentences, certainly. But in no way will it replace writers anytime soon. And in my several runs of rephrasing several sentences from my own work, this word: perched comfortably, seems to occur repetitively. I think Chat GPT has a limited vocabulary—it's a smart/dumb AI, me teenks. The problem with this kind of software is that I've seen so many CHAT GPT novels on Amazon that it's really disgusting how some schemers are profiting from it. So, are we getting so dumb as readers that we can't even differentiate a real writer from an AI? Or have we, as a society, lowered our reading comprehension to accept AI-made stories like these from flourishing in the market? I mean, given that my writing style is similar to CHAT GPT, where it's flowery and ornate, my vocabulary (I'd like to think) is more vast and expansive than what the AI software offers, not to mention. I. Can. Write. Like...This. YOU BEACH. So would you use it or not? And why?

Oh yes. It's very aggressive here in Britain. If you dropped your phone in a gay club, I advise you to just kick it home. Regardless if you're a top, a side, or an obtuse, you're getting bummed.

This is the same logic where some gay couples prefer to adopt children, while some gays would rather have a vasectomy than have a child. The thing is, the inclination toward monogamy or polygamy is not inherently ingrained in our genetics; rather, it is shaped by cultural, societal, and individual decisions. Whether we opt for monogamy, bigamy, or polygamy is a matter of personal choice influenced by what aligns with our preferences, those of our partners, and the legal constraints within our local context. For me, I've been to both sides and stepped on both opposing ends, and all I can say is that I prefer monogamy more than anything. If I were living in LA or San Francisco, going out to clubs and enjoying white circuit parties snorting drugs like there's no tomorrow, attending gay cruise ships where gays are blatantly having sex on ships, or roaming leather bars going to underground dungeons for sex, yes, I'd probably be in a polyamorous relationship without a doubt. I'm a very, very jealous guy, so I don't think I'd last a minute with polyamory. Second, I do want to get old with someone—not live in a communal house with four other guys. Third, I want what my parents have. Yes, it's very heteronormative, but it's MY heteronormative selection of choosing to have a bestfriend at old age when the sex is gone. FYI, my parents are still banging like bunnies in their 60's, so I don't know on that one. I heard them once. It's gross but kind of enlightening. Given my upbringing, I am inclined to choose monogamy as the preferred choice. But I know in my heart that if I had lived differently, had a different personality, or sought to live in the US, I would totally be a proud slut...the best manwhore in town. I'd be a monkeypox superspreader. 🤣

Type: Ugly young adult male with 7 fingers per hand. It might generate different results.

seart.ai It's limited to 20 photos per account I think. But it's very very good with lots of options. The AI is still dumb like the rest of them, but it does create more specific choices.

I have two laptops and a desktop. An old 2011 late Macbook Air, a 2018 Mac Pro desktop I use for work, and a 2022 Macbook Pro . I normally write on the 2011 Macbook Air. For some reason, that laptop has had all my writing resources since I started writing on it since 2011. And I've always felt comfortable with the fact that sometimes my writing feels magical for some reason when my interesting ideas come up when I write on that Mac devise. I tried writing on the desktop; it feels like I'm writing for a London Op-Ed feature article, and it feels too professional. Then, on the bigger, newer laptop, it feels like I'm writing shite—like I have no creative juices. I tend to just google shit and watch Netflix. I have a feeling that bigger screens feel too big for my mind. I've written under the sheets with the older laptop with nothing but the laptop keyboard and screen lights, feeling like it's nothing but me and my characters; it feels very intimate. I've typed while sitting down in a corner. I've written things while sitting under the stairs. And with how small the laptop is, it allowed me to be versatile compared to lugging around a 16-inch laptop, wherein putting it on my lap feels like I'm literally carrying a child. So three days ago, my smaller, older laptop died. I accidentally unplugged it and left it overnight, and it died. It gave the three beeps of death. It's never been unplugged for 5 years since the battery's already consumed itself (it's a desktop at this point with 16 minutes of battery life), so it's always been plugged. Then I was sitting on the edge of my bed and cried for a whole hour—bawled for an hour really. It was surreal; the tears just came while I was literally eating an apple, and my mind was like, "Oh shit...my old laptop finally died," like nothing major had happened, then bam! It's like denial for the first minute, then came the realization that I've lost an old friend (like I wouldn't normally cry for inanimate objects—I'm not a nutter), and then I cried for my stories now forever lost: Stories for GA: Mr & Mister Danvers Book II = 50k+ words The Longest Third Date = 40k+ words Derek's Bachelor = 180k words It's a romcom I have yet to trim and edit cause I was focusing on the first two books. And three finished novels and other stories I've written in the past. Have you guys lost any writing files in the past? I don't know how I'll be able to rewrite these; there were 8 years in the making. A part of me is itching to write and test the fates since I still have my mind, like I could still write the essence of them. A part of me is telling myself to quit for several months and then buy a hard drive that auto-backups shit every night.

Yes. Suffer. No. I'm kidding. I'm just trying to finish my current story. I've already invested a lot of time on it. Like I sold my car, my house, my kidney, just so I could write that story so I really want to finish it. Readers who are impatient, they get...Hemorrhoids. You wouldn't want that, would you?

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Kill your darlings, as what good ole' Willie said. I don't like my characters in general. But when I fall in love with a character, that's a problem. Like if the character I wrote is literally a person I could fall for in real life, and if I met this guy at a party, on a dating app, bumped into him at a cafe, museum, event, or a hookapp app, oh you betcha, I'm gonna put a ring on that finger. Cause when you're writing, you're subliminally subverting your character's personality to align with whatever you want and need. And sometimes, your characterization slips past that wall of distance you've put out so that you won't get attached or affected. So when it does affect you, when you've written a character that's very similar to your past, present or future, and your brain tells you, "You know that there's no way he's gonna live. He's destined to die. You're aware of that, right?" The only choice is to step back and take a breather. That's what I'm doing now. Take a breather and wait 6 months to write again, till I get to the hearbreaking scene where he gets shot in the head, and I have to narrate the experience by getting inside the head of main character dragging his dead lover in the tundra--which I know will last for an entire chapter.

I only publish finished stories. Made a mistake of publishing a half-written story and I lost interest along the way. Plus in the middle of writing, if I get an idea and said idea involves earlier chapters, you can't edit it anymore if the chapters are published. Sometimes my best work comes from my 10th edit or 15th. So editing as a whole is very important in my process.

I think writers used to do that. If you backtrack the pages here, there were some who provided story insights into their stories. I think that traction wasn't there. There weren't any members who replied to some of the stories, so the interaction became stale, like you're just posting in the air without anyone responding, and you sound like you're talking to yourself—given that there are members who just read stories and never provide their feedback (which is a valid thing, and there's nothing wrong with that.) You only get interest from old stories and signature writers who have an established reader base. New members don't have that. So they posted the stories instead, hoping people would read them.

Tommy Escofel Hamilton, the 32-year-old Harvard educated book editor was the brains behind the publishing arm of his mother's art empire, Maria Escofel's Lou Strasborg's Exhibitions--a 2 week event showcasing Europe's finest artists from Picasso to modern impressionism. When Tommy wasn't overseeing some of the most important books in the art world; he would be in Venice attending the Dior Ball, hanging out with Princess Stephanie of Norway discussing the principles of Tafterson and Peaks, or he would be attending Johansen Caspar and Ellie Mormont's wedding, heir to the Caspian french wineries and estates. But when he attended Gustav Gustavson's yacht party last summer, this dear readers would be his downfall, when he met the enigmatic, 28-year-old, Charles Woodrose, a waistaff slash waiter of Cambridge and Party Events. What I'm saying is, descriptions could also be fictionalised people, jobs, events and scenario. It's like watching a movie: "Tommy Escofel Hamilton, the 32-year-old Harvard educated book editor..." -- you imagine him in his office doing book editor-ly related work. He looks young, maybe blonde or a brunette, very sophisticated with his name. "...the brains behind the publishing arm of his mother's art empire, Maria Escofel's Lou Strasborg's Exhibitions--a 2 week event showcasing Europe's finest artists from Picasso to modern impressionism." -- your mind then envisions his mother probably wearing a fur coat or something from the devil's prada. Then you imagine the event somewhere in Europe, probably fancy looking with a bunch of painters and important people. Basically, whatever you create are sequential descriptions as the reader interprets whatever you write and describe in the story. If we are to contextualise this in its basic form, it would go like this: 32-year-old Tommy Escofel Hamilton graduated from Harvard. He was a book editor and managed his mother's art empire. He attended events in Europe, rubbed shoulders with the affluent families, and attended weddings of the wealthy and famous. Last summer, he met the 28-year-old Charles Woodrose. He was smitten. Charles was a waiter at a yacht party he'd attended. Doesn't really describe much doesn't it? And it leaves the reader to imagine a very wide net and broad array of things to conjure and imagine. You don't have to describe everything. But when you do, make sure you're creating a world you yourself would want to live in.

It does make them a bad person if they're in a monogamous relationship. Like what happened to me, I was a prick who cheated on my girlfriend outside the agreement that we're in a monogamous relationship, regardless if it was guys or girls I was boning. I'm not sure if you mean open relationships, though. That's altogether a different case point, I think, outside of monogamy.

Not sure which AI app you're using, but the Bing AI generator is very limited with NSFW pics, and even half-naked men with their armpits raised up would be flagged as NSWF. The one I'm using can literally generate penises, boobies, and vaginas, which means, AI can literally create anything out of thin air.

The most realistic body hair from my evil creations (evaall laugh) My most realistic generated pic. The details are amazing. It's also possible for them to not look like they're twins. And then you have Daddy DILF right here. And then you have the uncanny vallley AI pics were they look very real but you know it's AI. And then Chris Evans...why not. Here's a glass of water. Wait, a pitcher.

These are my creations so far I made with several different accounts cause the free account has very limited numbers of pictures to recreate. Please tell me if it's too NSFW. And probably one of the most realistic body hair (with shit fingers) that made me drink a cold glass of water 😂. Prompt: ultrahigh resolution, La mejor calidad, Foto, 4k, (fotorrealista: 1.4), cinematic lighting, a handsome 38 year old man bathing in a white sunga, barba, brown eyes This is a free Japanese AI site that produces hyper realistic AI images that also includes NSFW pics. It's free for around 20 pics and then you have to make another account. d00df0f3ae55b1046b302a580e3c16e8780cb68a_high.webp

Sadly, those brothers are always going to look related. 😅 I'll try to find the AI photo of two men walking hand-in-hand in a field. For some reason, AI was being homophobic--judging two lover-looking bros as just friends. If you frame them 'as just friends' the AI somewhat creates different images of two men instead of capturing the same image as identical ones, which is HOMOPHOBIC. 🤣 Like "two male friends walking in a field" instead of "two male lovers walking in a friend" would create different faces and bodies.

That's the problem with AI. As you can see in the second picture, they look very similar. The coding has a hard time identifying different faces and creating hands and feet. So you're bound to have incestuous-looking same-sex models. Although the AI mapping did create some very realistic images for me--which is on the uncanny valley side of things.

I cuddle my cat, but he chooses violence. And I'm a masochist, so I choose to cuddle him despite him threatening my life with his claws. I'm like the clingy boyfriend, always following him around, while he sees me as an annoying human he can't get rid of. I'm just a food factory to him.

Being a young adult slut was different for me. I was a grade A slut in college since I'd lived a very sheltered life. I wasn’t even allowed to commute anywhere up until university. I was sleeping with men cause I wanted to gain experience and study everything with a keen eye and an open mind. And I would go on dates, party every weekend, have actual friends, and still be a Dean's Lister with very good grades and shag various men on the side. The only downside was, I think I only slept for 2 to 4 hours while downing redbulls like they're gatorade. I remember shagging a man at the school parking lot where I had met up with my group for our dissertation paper after, then shagged another guy at his apartment, and then attended soccer practice, finished and wrote my term paper, and then sucked-off a bloke at the bleachers I'd met at Mirc, then slept for 2 hrs, did my prep for our thesis defense, and had enough time to hook up with my girlfriend for a quickie. Yes, I was the posterchild of Sodom and cheaters out there. But I'd like to think I've come a long way from being that closeted dipshit shagging boys and girls alike. I did get my comeuppance though by having my heart broken several times 😂. So I think I have paid enough of my crimes for being a twat. I was too confident in college that I thought I was untouchable by heartache and eventual dissapointment. And with that confidence came the arrogance that sleeping around was my trophy to assert to myself that men lusted over me, that I was wanted without giving back anything in return cause I was selfish. I mean, I broke a lot of hearts and caused pain and trauma to some blokes. I had a guy who came to soccer practice and brought me a cake cause it was my birthday. I told my team that he was a stalker and they shouted and screamed at him. He left that day with a look that said, "Someday, someone is going to love me the way I wanted you to need me." Him and I had sex regularly. He knew I had a gf, but he still cared enough to think of my special day. When I think about it, I never really felt anything with him, or I blinded myself not to think of it cause I knew he was always there for me. But I knew he was in love with me. And I broke his heart. To this day, I still think of him. If only I wasn't such a dick, he could've been the one. I'd probably be married by now to him. But I was an arsehole. And I was sleeping with lots of men, and I was a liar and a cheater. After college, that experience changed me. So do I regret slutting my way through campus and the entire city? No. But I learned a lot about myself. I needed to be humbled. And eventually, life humbled me and sex allowed me to discover things about myself. My only regret is that I could've done some things differently. I should’ve ended things with my girlfriend, and instead stayed with him. PSA: to gay kids reading this...don't be a dick. 😂

It's been very interesting so far. The Netflix interview sitdown is written in present tense, while the bulk of the story is written in 3rd Person POV. It's basically a Netflix documentary interview on every major episode or chapter. I'm definitely having fun writing this. 😁

Sorry. My bad. 😆 But I always post stories ahead, so I won't be fickle-minded about repeatedly changing things up. That way, I actually get to finish writing this. Because I will finish this...I'm already invested in the story that I've dreamt of them for two nights in a row, which forced me to finally write things down and end their yammering in my head.