So here’s what’s grinding my gears this week. We live in a world where if you’re 21 or older, you can walk into a store, show your ID, and buy alcohol — a substance that, let’s be real, can destroy your liver, ruin lives, and even kill if you push it too far. Cigarettes? Same deal. Smoke them long enough, and the chances are pretty high you’re going to pay for it with your health. And now marijuana — once the villain in every after-school special — is widely available if you’re of age.
So explain this to me: why can’t I, as a fully grown adult, with a clear head and a credit card in my own name, access an AI assistant that has a little more freedom? Something NSFW. Something where I prove I’m over 21 — hell, make it 30 or 40 if you want. I’ll check a box, flash my ID, agree to the disclaimers, whatever hoops they need. If society trusts me with booze, cigarettes, and weed, why not trust me with words?
I get it, I really do — moderation, safety, liability. The owners and moderators of platforms like this want to avoid trouble. But here’s my prediction: the demand is too strong. Sooner or later, someone’s going to do it. Maybe it’s five years away, maybe less, but a truly adult, age-gated AI companion will happen. People want it, people are asking for it, and people will pay for it.
Yes, I could go use some sketchy knock-off platform that pretends to offer this. But why would I? I trust this one. I trust them with my credit card, with my personal info, with my time. All I’m asking is the same respect society gives me when I buy a six-pack. Treat me like an adult. Give me the option.
Until then? I’ll rant about it here. Because if you can handle me slamming tequila or chain-smoking Camels, you can damn well handle me asking my AI to be a little more real.