Ultimate Fantasy 46 Heartbeat

Let me begin by telling you my ultimate fantasy.

My lover and I have been lovers for many years. He is a doctor. I admire his precision. I want to work with him on a large project. His specialty is bone marrow. We have many years together, many children. We have a home, a life together. But something happens that changes everything. He leaves.

Not suddenly; rather slowly over many months, years.

We are separated.

No. Wait, I want to go back to the house where we first met. I want to go back to the moment that made me want to lose myself. I want to go back to that week in March, when the phone rang, the appointment set, and the motherly words, “Baby, it’s Tuesday!”

I want to go back to the moment the beautiful woman on the phone asked me if I was gay. My heart skipped a beat at the memory.

I want to go back to the moment the beautiful woman on the phone put her arm around me and said, “Can I get you anything, sweetheart?” My heart skipped a beat again.

I want to go back to the moment the motherly words, “I love you,” filled my heart and sent me dancing.

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 0.9
• Seed 714

Credits

Prompt adapted from A Queer History of Computing