AI Let’s Me Try On My Darkside
Image prompt/ Fashion editorial, persian female model, feminine, wearing knee high latex boots, red fur coat, streets of brooklyn, neon red lights, sensual, holding a cigarette, cigarette smoke fills the air, cinematic lighting…
And just like that, you have a face, body and identity to your digital alter-ego — Zoe.
Zoe was always a part of me, just tucked away behind closed and double-locked bedroom doors.
As a tech executive, discussing submission was off-limits. As a daughter in a strict Middle Eastern household, wielding a whip was unthinkable.
For most of my life, I was the ‘good girl’ my father wanted me to be. The one who studied, did her work, smiled, traded pleasantries with family friends, dressed modestly, and kept her natural hair color.
The cracks, however, revealed themselves early. At 16, her favorite intellectual topic was starting a “free the nipple movement.” At 17, she was the girl who wrote “guess who is going to the #1 party school reported by Playboy?” on her Xanga. At 20, she managed to leave a guy at a bar who she was dating to go home with another guy she was dating, only for guy #1 to get a DUI…
