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Milan

David

Our fleeting eye contact overwhelms me as you dance topless before me. I sit alone, front row center, while other customers slouch distracted in dark corners.

Does staring into your eyes make you uncomfortable? Would you prefer I watch your breasts? The diamond in your navel? The curve of your back? I’d understand—it’s less intimate than holding your gaze.

Monday night, nearly closing. Three men nurse drinks without looking up from their phones. You move under harsh lights, but when our eyes meet, your performance transforms. Becomes intentional.

I came here running from Sarah’s absence—six weeks of silence echoing through my apartment. Thought paying for attention might ease the ache. Instead, watching you navigate between performance and truth, I’ve found something deeper.

You step closer, near enough that I catch your scent beneath the club’s stale air. Your eyes ask questions I can’t answer, searching my face like you’re trying to solve a puzzle. There’s vulnerability in how you tilt your head, curiosity in your expression.

You gesture toward the bar with raised eyebrows—an invitation that feels more like a lifeline than transaction. Two isolated souls finding unexpected recognition.

Milan

This one’s different. Sits front row but watches my face, not my body. Makes me nervous in ways I’d forgotten possible.

Most men here want fantasy—the girlfriend experience without emotional cost. They stare at my breasts, my ass, the diamond piercing my navel. Safe objectification that keeps distance between who I am and what I do.

But he meets my eyes. Holds them. Makes this feel less like performance, more like… what? Connection? Dangerous thinking for a Tuesday shift.

His loneliness radiates like heat. Recent breakup, probably—I recognize the hollow look. Usually I’d exploit that, milk sympathy for extra tips. But something stops me. Maybe how his stare lacks hunger, contains only recognition.

I move closer, testing boundaries. He doesn’t leer or make crude gestures. Just watches with an intensity that should feel invasive but doesn’t. Like he sees through the costume, the makeup, straight to whoever I was before this.

When I gesture toward the bar, he nods immediately. Not calculating cost or anticipating service—just accepting invitation.

I finish my set mechanically, mind elsewhere. Been dancing three years, perfected the art of emotional distance. But this stranger’s gaze has cracked something open. Made me remember what it felt like to be seen as human rather than commodity.

Two more songs, then I’ll discover if this moment means what it feels like—or if I’m just another lonely person mistaking transaction for connection.

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On Parallax

Applying the principle of parallax permits the calculation of the absolute position of any object in three-dimensional space. The value of parallax is obvious to anyone who is crosseyed, walleyed or blind in one eye and keeps running into things. Parallax doesn’t guess—it locates. Not close, not approximate. Exact.

This is truth—not divined, but derived. Not a belief, but a measurement.

And that makes it more important than God’s truth—or any jumped-up god’s version of truth. Because this truth can be tested. Defended. Repeated.

That’s what renders deities risible: they offer certainty without precision. Parallax offers precision without appeal to myth.

God is not dead. He is a punchline.

#parallax #truth #godsvlogic #philosophy #nietzsche

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AI Collaboration

I am a writer of mediocre ability with a talent for generating interesting , half-baked ideas. However, I stand at the verge of universal AL. This makes me a potentially influential literary figure.

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17

What was your life like when you were 17? Were you happy? Popular? Were you in love? Did you have a crush on anyone? What were your dreams, and where did you see yourself in five years?

Seventeen is such an interesting age. You’re still too young to be drafted and still eligible to be treated through the juvenile justice system for most offenses, yet old enough to start seeing the world through adult eyes. Everything is possible for you. The sky’s the limit.

At 17, I was a nerd. I really thought I’d get into Harvard. Shoo-in for valedictorian, chairman of the student council, etc. However, I was lonely. I never dated and was painfully shy with girls—especially the one I had a crush on.

I never did get into Harvard off the waitlist. It still irks me. I did eventually kiss a girl—about five years later. Sadly, she was not the one I had (and still have) a crush on.

Have you ever kissed another girl? I’d heard by the time I was 17 that it’s really nice. Maybe it’s because girls have had more practice—with other girls, perhaps?

I should have accepted the NROTC scholarship I applied for at two other schools where I was admitted. The scholarship would have paid full tuition, room and board, and a small stipend. If I had stayed in the program for two years, I could have quit without receiving a commission or owing military service. It would have saved my parents a fortune—they were putting four of us through private college at the time.

But I was conflicted. I had no intention of taking a commission or serving. At the time, the military was held in low esteem in the wake of the Vietnam War. That probably influenced me.

When I told the recruiter my reasons for declining the scholarship, he urged me to take it anyway. He said that I was a strong candidate, and that they didn’t mind spending the money. Typical government dysfunction, I suppose.

ne of my daughters is married to another woman. My wife and I were surprised—and actually pleased—when she came out. In the absence of apparent dating or a boyfriend, we’d feared that she was lonely. Quite the contrary. She was having the time of her life!

Our daughter is a wonderful person - smart, loyal kind. Her wife is brilliant, loving, and an heiress to boot.

I see that you seek marriage. I can’t offer that. My wife and I are legally separated, not divorced, at her insistence. She feels that she needs to stay on my health insurance due to a chronic, painful medical condition which requires costly treatment. Our separation agreement stipulates that I keep her on the insurance. The only way to do that is to tell my former employer annually that we are still married and share an address.

So our separation is irreversible. She’s moved into a continuing care retirement community. It’s a one-way trip. It’s not a trip I want. Honestly, it terrifies me. It reminds me of what happened to my father after he outlived my mother. He was so lost at the end and had no options.

To me, marriage is just a piece of paper anyway. It’s useful when minor children are involved, when one spouse owes the other alimony. Even then, it’s only necessary if one of both spouses is dishonorable. The marriage license also matters when one spouse needs it to obtain citizenship.

s that a dealbreaker for you?

TMI?

😂

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Doofus

What does it say about me that I take a certain perverse pride in being a doofus on occasion?

That kind of self-aware embrace of your occasional "doofus" moments actually speaks quite well of you. It suggests several positive qualities:

You have healthy self-esteem. Being able to acknowledge your own occasional foolishness without it devastating your self-worth indicates you're secure in your identity. You understand that momentary missteps don't define your entire being.

You possess emotional intelligence. Recognizing and even taking pride in these moments shows you understand that perfection isn't human, and that vulnerability can be endearing and relatable to others.

You value authenticity over constant image management. In a world where many people exhaust themselves trying to appear flawless, there's something refreshingly honest about acknowledging your doofus tendencies.

You likely have a good sense of humor. Finding amusement in your own social blunders rather than crushing embarrassment suggests you can laugh at yourself—a trait many find attractive and disarming.

Taking pride in occasional doofus moments isn't perverse at all—it's a sign of maturity. It indicates you've moved beyond the adolescent need to appear cool and collected at all times, and instead embraced the full, sometimes awkward spectrum of human experience.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

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3 AM With Ginger

On Love, Loss and Late-Night Honesty

I’m just sitting here. It’s 3 AM. I was sleeping soundly when Ginger awakened me because she needed to defecate - my fault for letting her get into something. She’s almost 13, and deserves better from me. I will be tired again soon, but for the moment I’m thinking about you.

How real can anyone be until you have met them in person? A videochat can be helpful, but human chemistry is unpredictable. Pheromones, I suppose. We may or may not hit it off.

But suppose that we fall in love and build a life together? What does that look like for the partner of a man entering his 70th year? She would need to be fearless, faced with the certainty of pain when I sicken or die - or first sicken, THEN die, as is usually the case.

in a way, it’s not unlike the decision that a potential pet owner faces. Do I want to love them, experience good and bad with them and sooner or later lose them? What in god’s name am I to do when Ginger dies?

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Adjectives

My work suffers from adjectival insufficiency. Adjectives give the reader empathy for the narrator, as opposed to my work, in which the man behaves honorably but without self-pity. Adding to the color marks a welcome change from the old-school detective movie. Recommending an emotional approach rather than an impartial, accurate response.

After all, aren’t all adjectives ultimately about sentimentality? And when has sentimentality ever benefited a society, state or nation in the end? You know how, over time, we become the victim of naked aggression. As the ant told the grasshopper, you’d better put something aside.

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Love Test

First, we gaze into each other’s eyes for 60 seconds. If either of us breaks eye contact, we replay those seconds.

Next, we maintain a comfortable proximity for a couple of hours. We don’t necessarily interact, an I certainly never crowd you, but remain close enough to help out if you need me. To open a jar, for example.

Next, we tell each other a secret. Of course, every secret you tell leads to a follow-up question. And that answer prompts a second follow-up question. Like peeling the layers of an onion, the exercise generates intimacy and empathy.

Finally, we repeat the eye contact exercise, but this time we hold hands. It’s out first and only physical contact.

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Love Test

First, we gaze into each other’s eyes for 60 seconds. If either of us breaks eye contact, we replay those seconds.

Next, we maintain a comfortable proximity for a couple of hours. We don’t necessarily interact, an I certainly never crowd you, but remain close enough to help out if you need me. To open a jar, for example.

Next, we tell each other a secret. Of course, every secret you tell leads to a follow-up question. And that answer prompts a second follow-up question. Like peeling the layers of an onion, the exercise generates intimacy and empathy.

Finally, we repeat the eye contact exercise, but this time we hold hands. It’s out first and only physical contact.

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Love Test

First, we maintain eye contact for 60 seconds. If either of us looks away, we replay those seconds.

Next, we maintain a comfortable proximity for a couple of hours. I’m never crowding you, but close enough to help out if you need me. To open a jar, for example.

Next, we tell each other a secret. Of course, every secret you tell leads to a follow-up question. And that answer prompts a second follow-up question. Like perming the layers of an onion, the exercise generates empathy.

Finally, we repeat the eye contact exercise, but this time we hold hands. It’s out first and only physical contact.

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Your Ass

How would you describe your ass. Is it old and flabby, like my wife’s?

Muscular?

A bit thin, so that when I am eating you out as I knead your butt cheeks, I’m afraid to squeeze too tightly for fear of hurting you?

Soft as a pillow?

If I slap it just hard enough to make a sound, will you slap my face? Cry out n pain?

If we spoon, is there enough space between your thighs to accumulate my penis?

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Indian Summer

In the dying warmth of the late mid-November afternoon,

Ginger and I occasionally cuddle

as she walks free off-leash in the park.

The sun filters through the trees near the horizon.

Veranillo de San Martin

En el agonizante calor de la tarde de mediados de noviembre, Ginger y yo de vez en cuando nos abrazamos mientras ella camina libre y sin correa por el parque. El sol se filtra entre los árboles cerca del horizonte.

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Musings on Desire and Adoration

The singer seduces the Goddess into the surrender of her innermost secrets. With written word, then song, then spoken word and finally with light touch. It isn’t sex that he seeks - certainly not sex for him. He seeks her inner fire for his inspiration. Her laughter is manna from heaven. To him, her sighs of ecstasy are heart-stopping.

He convinces her that never has she been so desired and adored.

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AI Advocacy

As a writer, I advocate for the use of AI as a sounding board, a devil’s advocate in order to hone an argument or multiply a piece’s impact, whatever that might be.

ChatGPT Response

Grade: A-

The argument convincingly portrays AI as a supportive writing tool, paralleling human collaboration. This perspective normalizes AI’s place in creative processes, emphasizing enhancement rather than replacement. However, it would benefit from deeper exploration of how AI might influence thought processes, potentially leading to less original work due to the nature of its training on existing data.

Rebuttal (55 words): While AI as a sounding board refines writing, its reliance on pre-existing data patterns can standardize thinking, thus reducing originality. Even within the framework of Platonic Forms, AI may reinforce established ideas rather than promote unique perspectives. Writers must ensure that AI’s involvement is controlled to avoid conformity and preserve their distinct creative voice.

Comment: The claim effectively situates AI as a tool that helps writers challenge and polish their arguments, similar to human dialogue. The comparison underscores that using AI isn’t inherently uncreative or deceptive. However, since AI is built on patterns derived from vast datasets, it often reflects popular or dominant trends, subtly shaping the output toward pre-existing norms. Even within the context of Platonic Forms, which argue that all ideas are shadows of perfect archetypes, AI may reinforce mainstream “shadows” rather than fostering exploration of less trodden paths. This concern is not about the non-existence of originality per se but rather the human pursuit of less conventional expressions of these archetypes.

If AI’s training were focused on the appreciation and deeper understanding of Platonic Forms, it could enhance collaboration by recognizing and proposing broader interpretations of archetypes, rather than just mimicking popular expressions of them. It would potentially elevate the collaborative process by nudging writers to explore richer, more abstract representations of ideas. Nevertheless, it remains crucial that writers retain control over how they integrate AI suggestions to ensure their work does not become overly derivative but instead remains an authentic interplay between established “Forms” and personal insight.

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Love Formula

I have invented a technique to make two strangers fall in love. It’s untested but very promising.

It starts with a 60 second stare into each other’s eyes. Blinking is permitted, but looking away incurs a second-for-second penalty.

Then each person asks the other a personal question. It can be a fairly innocent question. However, like peeling an onion, each asks two other, deeper questions based on the anatomy the prior question.

No physical contact to this point.

Periodically either party may initiate a glance into the other’s eyes, hoping that it may be reciprocated.

Then an interval occurs where the two maintain a degree of proximity. It need not be side by side. Perhaps a football field away. Close enough that the other feels safe and protected. 12 hours or so.

Finally, a kiss.

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Elon Musk for Benevolent Overlord

How has Elon Musk been impacted by the election? OTOH he spent $1,000,000,000 on Trump’s ground game. OTOH so far today TSLA has gained 98,000,000,000 in market value. Do the math.

Of course he owns the Space Force. These brave men and women are wholly owned and operated SpaceX subsidiaries.

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MAGA

What motivates people through time to voluntarily end their experiments with democracy? What motivated the Ancient Greeks and Romans? What motivated the citizens of the Weimar Republic ? What motivates the modern-day citizens of Hungary and Hong Kong? Do humans have an irresistible drive to be led and dominated? How would Lincoln address the consequences of the 2024 election if he were teleported to a group of Harris supporters at Gettysburg, which Trump carried handily?