August 15, 2023

Either I come out or I don’t. Yes, it’s time to come out of the closet. But not just any closet. Sadly, I’m not gay. That might almost have been easier. What defines me is not unusual. There are many of us. I am a pornocrat. There, I’ve said it. Phew. The word is out. Yes, even at my age. I bring shame upon seventy-year-old men. And yet, I would describe myself more as an eroticrate. (It may not even be a word recognized by the Academy.) Let’s just say that eroticism lurks beneath the tie.

To end this first blog entry on a better note, tonight I cancelled several subscriptions, because some of them are becoming more and more pornographic. The truth is, I don’t really like pornography. What I love is eroticism. I realize I’m wasting my time. Don’t you have to be foolish to spend your time staring at virtual women—or, back when Playboy was thriving, women on paper? They are all beautiful in their own way, each one different. Ah, but yes, one thing that had begun to bother me was the Botox injections so many of them get. Often, it looks as though MICHELIN or FIRESTONE did the work.

And then, what a waste of time. How many hours I lost instead of working or learning something. Tomorrow will be better. Here is the first bell.

August 19, 2023

Phew, that’s it. I’ve uploaded my site. I’d been working on it for at least a month and a half. I put so much effort into it that I even forgot my best friend’s birthday. Fortunately, she didn’t hold it against me. My previous text probably made you jump in your seat. If necessary, I’ll face the consequences. My friend is truly a very good person—deeply human, with many other qualities. In fact, if I now have a few days of sobriety behind me, it is partly thanks to her. I don’t know why I allow myself these confidences. The truth is, I’m obsessive by nature, but I keep quiet about it, which is something in my favor. Right? All of this is nonsense. But I’d had enough. That’s all. Thank you for reading me.

August 24, 2023

An ordinary day... well, almost. In the wake of my previous revelation, I feel as though my best friend is upset with me for having been so secretive. Those secrets were unhealthy and misleading.

But life goes on. An old friend of mine is currently in the hospital after breaking her hip and fracturing her femur. Exchanging text messages with her is rather difficult and complicated at the moment, since she is under the narcotic effects of morphine.

As some of you may have guessed, I am still working on my website. I’m scanning my portfolios so I can include some of my concepts in the FOLIO section. I scan the larger formats in sections, then piece them back together to create a complete image. It takes time, requires concentration, and tires the eyes, which is why I take regular breaks.

I think that’s all for today. Sorry about the English translation.

August 29, 2023

How fat I am! Too bad for me—I love yogurt far too much, in every flavor. I know it’s bad for my health, or at least too much of it is in my case. I’m a glutton. A GOURMAND. A disease of the Western world? Of America? Perhaps. I think so.

I’ve started clearing hard drives of the things that made me waste so much time. The origins of this troublesome habit? My childhood. In spite of my family’s poverty, we had access to a ten-volume encyclopedia. One day, while leafing through one of those volumes, my eyes stopped and lingered on a photograph of the Venus de Milo. I ignored the fact that she no longer had arms... and yet. But she was almost naked. Delicately, I removed the tempting page... Then I began collecting other images—perhaps less “crude”—from the few magazines and catalogues in the house. It was my first collection of pretty pictures, celebrating women’s bodies, their curves, and also the beauty of their faces.

But... there was a catch. My collection was not to be seen by my mother who, let’s be honest, was rather puritanical. I had to hide the old shoebox and its precious contents, because while I was at school, no one would be watching over it. So when autumn came, I buried it. It is no surprise to us adults that, with the dampness of winter and the rains of spring, those painstakingly gathered images would be nearly rotten by the following season. So I decided to begin the collection all over again.

October 8, 2023

Can’t you hear it? I’ve just let out a great sigh of relief, because I have finally finished my website. I added a few things I had created but had rarely shown. A few works were also left aside. But the most extraordinary thing I’ve done over the past month has been working with artificial intelligence.

You have to be extremely precise in the way you ask questions, because it can lead you into all sorts of labyrinths. On the other hand, there is always some connection to the subject at hand. It also provides useful guidance, and sometimes even dazzlingly accurate suggestions.

I don’t know where all of this is taking us; it remains a complete mystery. I have very few reservations about this phenomenon, on one indispensable condition: that it does not fall into the wrong hands.

In seven days, I will have spent two full months working without being distracted by pretty virtual women. Not bad, eh? So I still have ten months to go before I get my cake. Although, being diabetic... I’d better refrain. By the way, is there such a thing as Pornocrats Anonymous? The P.A.A.? Or would that sound too much like the Automobile Protection Association? Sorry about that.

December 8, 2023

I haven’t been very diligent with my blog. My apologies to those who have waited so long. Downloading—really, a great deal of downloading. And then there is my site, which I have restructured to bring it up to date. Pantone’s color of the year for 2024 is “Peach Fuzz.” It is also the dominant color of my site. I’ve also moved some of the dates around a little, so I’ll leave it to you to figure that out...! As for my consumption of virtual female bodies, next week I will be four months clean. It’s not that I’m free of temptation, but I’m holding on. As for the blog, even if I don’t write every day, I will try to be a little more consistent.