You know, sometimes when I am having good clean old-fashion perverted fun making images via Stable Diffusion, I end up creating something striking entirely by accident.
Such as this watchful fellow. Witness…. THE SOUP WOLF!
It’s her sworn duty to stand watch over the communal soup tureen and make sure nobody takes a second bowl until everybody has had some.
Cross her, and you will face her wrath in the form of her giving you such a look of doggy disapproval that you’ll feel just awful.
Best not to risk it.
And there is this scene of wholesome innocence and gentle closeness.
I love that I can make art like that now. It is, in a way, a kind of pornography, only instead of making you feel good in your bikini parts, it makes you feel all warm and mushy and good in that big throbbing muscle known as your heart.
Again, I say : I should write for greeting card companies. I understand it pays pretty well, and I definitely would enjoy being all sweet and sentimental for a living.
OK, time to get smutty.
I love that one. Note : not what bear penises actually look like.
Now to me, that is hella sexy. I just want to lean in, mount up, and pound that big fluffy bear butt with all the built in cushioning like I was Lars Ulrch and my dick was a bass pedal during a big drum solo.
He’s the drummer for Metallica. Now you know.
And just look at that sly, sexy grin. He knows he’s got the goods.
Time to get serious again. Here’s another piece of accidental art.
I call that one “I want to be the one on TV”, because the foxy resting his chin on the edge of the bed (no, he’s not beheaded!) is like the real me and the smiling lovely foxy on the TV is the version of me I project to the world.
I’d rather be that guy. He is so much healthier and happier than me. If I could, I would leave the real me behind and move into his world.
But seeing as that’s not an option, I’m gonna have to repair the real me.
One last pic. Something enthusiastically erotic, as per my style.
Oooh, this is a good one! Perfect for spreading an important message.
The message is that being gay doesn’t mean you can’t be strong, confident or cool. It doesn’t mean you automatically lose the masculine power struggle to all straight men. It doesn’t make you a wimp, a sissy, or “girly”.
Unless you want to be, of course. In which case, God bless.
But just look at our sexy dingo friend up there. Do you think he’s ceded any ground to the haters about just how awesome he can be? Do think that he would hesitate to step up to defend the innocent from the ignorant and the haters? Does he look like the kind of critter that plays second fiddle to anyone?
Follow his example, boys. You are just as much of a man as any straight dude.
Hold you head, and your fists, up high.
More after the break.
The lame and the game
The lame is me. I mean, moreso than usual.
Ever since I came back from Wound Care yesterday, my right leg has been extra sore. When I take a step, I get this burning sensation all over the surface of the big hamhock type muscle at the top of my leg.
The gluteus maxima, according to Britannica.. Apparently, that involves more than just the butt, despite how the term is commonly used.
Makes sense, really. I mean, it’s a gigantic muscle with very robust tendons. It would be silly if that was there just to cushion us when we sit and give us something to spank.
Anyhow, so I am keeping an eye on that leg, metaphorically speaking. The pain is not very intense but the way it spreads over the muscle with a feeling like a static electrical charge followed by burning sensation like someone splashed my leg with uncomfortably warm water, or maybe a very mild acid, causes me concern.
So, Stage One Yellow Alert, or maybe Caution Level 1. Will monitor situation and report any changes immediately.
On another front, I was having trouble with Baldur’s Gate 3 crashing during important cutscenes, seriously hampering my progress.
And it’s that all too familiar kind of crashing too, where the monitor suddenly stops receiving information from the computer. Like I’d unplugged the monitor cable.
And the makers of the game, Larian,. just pushed another patch, so I figured that made it a good idea to see if my video drivers were up to date.
They were not. They were behind by 10.02 version numbers. Shocking.
I updated them and now it doesn’t crash. Yay me!
Sadly, my making of porns still crashes it sometimes. I was really hoping to have gotten rid of that issue too, as rebooting all the time is a serious fucking drag, man.
And making porns is so much fun! And learning to use these AI tools is an actual job skill these days. I should try to cash in on that somehow.
I finally found something technical that I enjoy doing so much that I will keep on doing it long enough to pick up actual skills.
And all it took was porn.
Is there anything it can’t do?
Oh, and I have looked into how much 32 more gigs of RAM will cost me, and it turns out to be super reasonable.
So I will probably be ordering some soon. Then it will just be a matter of whether I wimp out and ask Spuug to install it for me, or man up and open the case and install it myself.
I’ve been terrified of touching the insides of my computer for a long time, and it’s silly. From what I have heard, installing the RAM is literally just a matter of plugging a thing into a thing, like plugging in a toaster, so I should be able to handle that.
It’s just that the stakes are so high. I need my computer. I use it for everything. It’s the center console of my life.
If I fucked it up, it would crush me.
But I am trying to learn to not be such a pussy about everything. Fuck all my fear, I want to get shit done.
Be scared and do it anyway.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.