Using AI to make furry porn, that is.
I literally have trouble making myself stop doing it. Earlier today I had to really struggle with myself to get myself to stop long enough to play Baldur’s Gate 3!
My previous addiction has stiff competition.
And it’s not hard to see why because the “gameplay loop” (so to speak) is so simple and satisfying. I type in some (probably perverted) words, wait between 15 and 30 seconds, and ding, out pops gorgeous furry porn.
I mean, look at this!
That’s some illustrator quality art right there! That would not look out of place in the pages of a book by a well known children’s author.
But not J. K. Rowling, because fuck her.
WARNING : The following will contain both pee and/or vaginas.
Right now, I am still mostly using it as a fun form of mental masturbation. Mental, in that I don’t have my dick in my hand while I am generating the art.
It’s way too slow for that. I already have trouble with my endurance on that front. There is no way I could have my Happy Squirting Time before I ran out of gas that way.
Feel free to use “Happy Squirting Time” yourself, by the way. It’s for everyone to enjoy.
And remember, girls squirt too!
And speaking of squirting, check out the world’s first peeing eye dog :
So yeah, my output is pretty porn-y right now. But I am already feeling the stirrings of something more, and I know that eventually I will want to do more than just produce custom wank fuel for myself.
I will want to use it to do what I do best, namely tell stories and/or make people laugh. Making my own comic strip could be trivially easy this way.
Assuming I ever figure out how to get it to put text on the images. When I try it now, it makes random word balloons filled with what looks like Cyrillic but according to Google Translate is nothing at all.
Which raises the intriguing possibility that what is appearing is the AI’s uncomprehending visual approximation of language.
Porn time! Here’s one for those who love vaginas.
It bugs me too much that her arms and legs aren’t fluffy.
Those are some lovely tits, though.
And you should check out her brother.
Oh my. Hey there gorgeous. Mama like. Mama want. Mama NEED.
Of course, I couldn’t leave it at that. I needed more.
So I made this.
Bugs me that he’s not wooly all over too, but somehow, I feel I can overlook it.
Bugs? Oh yeah, that reminds me….
I just wish I had the skills to put a picture of his iconic mailbox on his left butt cheek with an arrow pointing to his butthole next to it.
Because it’s his bunny hole, ya see.
One last pic. Hmmm, so many of these would make people too uncomfy….
Oh, here’s a good one.
I guess that’s enough for now.
I’ve held you kind people hostage to my perversions for long enough.
More after the break.
My kind of brain
I have never met or heard of anyone with a mind like mine.
I am sure they must be out there – I can’t be THAT unique.
I mean, the odds are 7 billion to 1 against it.
But to my knowledge, I am functionally unique. My bizarre combination of wild creativity and hard nosed pragmatism makes me that most dangerous of creatures, a practical dreamer. The kind of person who can actually build castles in the sky.
The kind of person who actually can change the world. I have very high ideals and grand humanist plans for the future of humanity and a lot of ideas about how to make the world a better place.
But unlike the works of other dreamers, mine would actually work.
And if they don’t work, fuck them. Back to the drawing board. Nothing but concrete results are acceptable. We change the world or die trying.
Now I just need a cadre of young, idealistic, energetic Gen Z types desperate for something to believe in to become my followers and execute my enemies plans.
Barring that, I suppose I would settle for a life of selling my brilliance to the highest bidder and living a life of genteel and discrete debauchery somewhere.
First rule of Fuck Club : no pants. Nothing is to be worn between hips and ankles. Everywhere else, go nuts. But this is a pants free zone.
Second rule of Fuck Club : have extremely good HVAC. Climate control is key if we’re all going to be prancing about with our butts and penises or vulvas proudly exposed.
And yes, girls are allowed too. It’s an all inclusive fuckfest. Everyone who can handle the (un)dress code and the “free use” attitude is welcome in Fuck Club.
Our only limit is the fire code.
Of course, nobody is ever required to do anything with anybody. The inviolable Golden Rule of Fuck Club is consent.
Absolutely anything with consent, absolutely nothing without it. That is, in fact, the only rule for sex.
Everything else is just mindless taboo and is less than worthless.
The idea is to cultivate a true free love atmosphere. One where everyone feels free to be themselves and help themselves to whatever dishes on the fuck buffet look good to them, in whatever quantity they like.
I want to return sexuality to the Edenic world of innocent carnality where it belongs. Free of taboos, shame, and pants, everyone would be free to seek and find (or attract and find, or both) whatever they want to do.
I picture there being a system where everyone has an ID badge that clearly displays their “club name” and there is an app that only works inside the club where people can advertise what they are looking for and look over what others are looking for and if two or more people agree to meet up and maybe do their thing (and have their things done) the app leads them to one another via GPS.
Or leads them to whatever specialty room they choose for their rendezvous.
Because I totally see their being specific rooms for specific fetishes. The more popular ones, at least.
Whatever people need to really scratch that itch, ya know?
Our motto : salvation via satiation. It is only when our needs are met that our minds and souls are truly free.
So, the direct opposite of asceticism.
As you can see, I have given this a lot of thought.
Heck, if I could make the whole thing work, I’d franchise it out!
Would you sign up?
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.