Look, I'm old enough to remember when you had to type in DOS commands to get a computer to even acknowledge you. It was a slow dance, a limited give and take of two beings of questionable intelligence trying to communicate across a vast divide of language.
But listen up, computer folks, that was over thirty years ago. 30. Freaking. Years. We should be able to communicate a little better by now. Oh, sure. We do the touch screen thing and we can find websites in a blink of an eye, look up maps, discover obscure scientific facts.
There is, however, one thing we cannot do. Ask for an image search without boobs.
If I ask for images of "Hot male demons," half of the images are of boobage. In the case of a demon search, huge, bazoomba boobies, for whatever bizarre reason. "Sexy male demons"? Yep. Boobs. "Male demons"? Boobs.
Don't get me wrong. There are some lovely pretties that come up with these searches, too. It simply annoys me, Mr. Search Engine, that you see the words I type. no matter what words, and assume that since I'm looking for pics, I must want boobs. As if it were some sort of unbreakable rule.
(The pic to the right is one I've come to think of as "Shax at home." Hehe.)
How about we make a deal, computers everywhere?
I have boobs of my own. If I ever want to see a pair, I just have to look down. Next time I want them in an image search, I'll ask for them. Clear?
Angel's new demon story is guaranteed boob free. Come check it out in all the usual places:
Hell For The Company
in the Horns and Halos Collection
Barnes and Noble
Angel writes (mostly) Science Fiction and Fantasy centered around gay heroes. Currently living part time in the hectic sprawl of northern Delaware and full time inside her head, she has one husband, one son, two cats, a love of all things beautiful and a terrible addiction to the consumption of both knowledge and chocolate.