Ultimate Fantasy 32 All of Us

Let me begin by telling you my ultimate fantasy. My lover will disappear. I have a lifetime of secrets to keep and he will never see me. I have all the proof. And what am I going to do? Abandon him? Flee to a safe place away from prying eyes and a screaming public?

No. You have to be brave enough to say it. And tell the world. There is a world out there waiting to be heard. Queer people are not safe from the world. They are on the run. And if they run, so do we.

Are you running from the facts? Or the truth?

I was never afraid to be unpopular. I was never afraid to flaunt my queerness. I practiced what I preached. I vowed to myself never to reveal a secret. I was never ashamed to wear my queerness proudly.

And what would you think if I told you I was a psychopathic serial killer? Would you wonder where I went wrong, what I could have done to make you less likely to love me?

No.

Or maybe you would. Or maybe not. But that’s a decision you will have to make.

No.

Are you going to live your life like it is or are you going to discover that it isn’t true?

I can’t tell you how many nights I craved the closeness of a good, long lesbian night out on the town. I even had my high school prom dress made just for the occasion. I even had my high school prom dress made for two.

I can’t tell you how many nights I dreamed of strapping on my red leather prom dress and heading out into the frigid night air.

I can’t tell you how many nights I craved the feeling of being watched and touched and mopped up by my favorite teacher.

No one ever told you how turned on you can be in front of a class.

In class?

In a gay bar. In a gay porno. On TV. I can’t tell you how many nights I dreamed of being gang-raped and sodomized by my fraternity brothers. And how many nights I dreamed of being gang-raped and sodomized by my schoolmates.

In front of me?

In front of all of us.

All of us?

All of us at that school.

How many times have you been the object of lustful glances, whispered caresses, or groans in gym class?

How many times have you been the object of sexual innuendos, muttered sexual jokes, or groans at home?

How many times have you been the object of sexual requests, whispered or whispered in bed?

How many times have you been the object of drunken brawls, fistfights, and fist-fights in the street?

And most gallingly of all, how many times have you been the object of a…

Seed

Do you like to have anonymous sex in public rest rooms? Sex movies? Public parks? Sex clubs? On street corners with heavy hustling traffic? How many nonsexual friendships or acquaintances lasting for decades started this way? How many ways are there to love queers? How many ways are there to queer love?

Let me begin by telling you my ultimate fantasy. . .

Corpus

• Queer AI
• Trained Model
• Perplexity 0.8
• Seed 888

Credits

Prompt adapted from A Queer History of Computing