👹 When Your AI Demon Is Too Nude for the Internet (But Perfect for a Backyard Ayahuasca Breakdown)

So I’m making this short film, My Demon, that combines live action and AI. It’s a comedy - a woman confronts her anger at an ayahuasca ceremony in someone's busted up backyard. You know—rituals, transformation, Costco folding chairs, the works.

And naturally, I needed a demon.

A symbolic, powerful, rage-filled beast to emerge from the shadows of her subconscious.

When I asked Midjourney to conjure a demon for my film, I was thinking: a dark entity, a shadow-self, maybe some hellfire. What I got?

Boobs.

🔥Big, unapologetic, demon boobs.🔥

She had claws, smoke, glowing red eyes—and not a thread of clothing. Just rage and raw AI confidence. I tried to import her into image and video generation apps to put some clothes on her, and every. single. time. I got flagged.

“Nudity detected.”
“Violation of community guidelines.”

All of the apps were outraged and offended, including Midjourney, who made the damn thing in the first place!

So naturally, I did what any deeply spiritual woman would do in this moment: I cried for help. I worked with my Photoshop compositor Justo Diaz to add the same shirt worn in the live action portion of the film by my protagonist Serena, played by the fabulous Susan Flynn (story based on her true life experience!) No matter how hard we tried, it just wasn’t to my liking.

Wanting to level up in Photoshop, I randomly opened the image and and pleaded with Adobe one last time: for the love of God, put a shirt on My Demon. So generative fill gave her this incredible slightly ragged tie-front top- and voila! She is now always in a bikini in all her iterations! And if fits her personality.

She is now the perfect embodiment of My Demon: a fiery symbol of feminine rage, fully ready to confront trauma at a failed ayahuasca party—but making it sexy.

Before & After:

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Honestly, I kind of love her more with the shirt. She’s campy. She’s dangerous. She’s every woman who’s ever swallowed her rage and smiled through a sound bath while someone asked if she was “like, okay energetically.”

Moral of the story?
Sometimes your inner demon doesn’t need an exorcist. She just needs a bikini and a little screen time.

More fun and shenanigans on YouTube

NEXT: My Demon hits the food court. Pray for Cinnabon.