He took my Cyber Cherry.
I was on WordPress about a half hour when I started getting emails from complete strangers.
I suppose that’s to be expected, when you cruise around leaving comments that make you sound
like Slut Bag McFucksticks sassy.
I am currently incarcerated in the state of Kentucky for murders I did not commit. I would love to get to know you. Perhaps when I am released, I can take you to a White Supremacy meeting and then for a Starbucks Pumpkin Latte? In the meantime, I would appreciate it if you would masturbate and send me your panties.
Guy Who Keeps Severed Heads in His Refrigerator
When an incredibly sweet, sincere man emailed me, politely asking if he could write me, I was thrilled.
Don’t roll your eyes. I was NEW here.
The politeness lasted about a day. It escalated quickly, into declarations of attraction and discussing the possibilities of what we would do if we actually were with one another.
It was my inauguration into the seamy and titillating underbelly of the online world. That’s what happened to a lot of us who got married before the Internet revolutionized communication and fundamentally changed the way we lead our lives.
We never sexted.
Did you know there are sexting acronyms?
GYPO – Get your pants off
GNRN – Get naked right now
FMH – Fuck me harder
And the lesser known:
MPICIMFP – My penis is caught in my flip phone
AMAMCF – Ask me about my cheese fetish
GERE – I have a thing for gerbils
BALL911 – Call 911, balls sliced badly while shaving
DANZA – I just had sex with Tony Danza
I was baffled by the logistics. What exactly is the objective? I only have two hands. Are we supposed to be masturbating? And then typing? And masturbating? And typing?
Even though women have been scientifically proven to be quite good at multi-tasking, I’m strongly right handed. I tend to rely a lot on that hand for both masturbating AND typing. So, simultaneously, neither of them are getting done efficiently.
My new online friend became my new best friend, emailing me all day, every day. Having someone who is that interested in you is a heady feeling.
Until they’re not.
With no warning, he suddenly dropped off the face of the earth. I was devastated, because I didn’t know back then how poorly people can treat one another in the cyber world.
I got over it. Obviously. And went on to form amazing friendships in the online world.
I actually healed my relationship with my very first online friend. We’ve moved past what happened between us; how insensitive he was, and how badly I acted towards him as a result. He was in the middle of a horrible time in his life, and disappearing like that was not something he meant personally towards me.
I love our online friendship now. It’s filled with genuine affection and admiration for one another. And I believe him to be, like many people, a good, though flawed, human being whose heart is in the right place.
Recently, I’ve become close with a talented erotica writer. She’s had her share of online drama, and eventually, opened up to me about some of the specifics of her online dalliances.
At one point, she was very attracted to the same man who had pursued me online. And she sent him gorgeously written, very sexy erotica stories – via Facebook messenger. Stories about the two of them.
Basically, she was sexting the beejesus out of him, and he was loving it! Who wouldn’t?
The juicy part of this tale? She began pouring her sexual heart out to him exactly at the time when he abruptly withdrew from my life.
I’m sure his life did implode. But these dates are too exact to be coincidental.
Ugh. I suppose, on some level, I wanted to think I was “special” (Stop fucking rolling your eyes at me!)
And I guess, even the most honorable…are not so? I’m not certain. My bullshit radar doesn’t work well online.
The proliferation of technologies like social networks, instant and ephemeral messaging, and even basic stuff like e-mail, has made the online world a breeding ground for some unhealthy interactions. It’s a rogue’s paradise; a dystopian Mad-Max type of culture for which there are no repercussions for many kinds of sociopathic behavior.
Add to that the availability of sexual stimulation 24/7, and we have a major societal mess on our hands.
The sad thing for me is how unfazed I am by all this. A year ago, as a newbie, I would have been devastated to learn how easily someone can switch sexting partners. Now? It seems par for the course.
I may have lost a bit of my sparkle, but I’m not tarnished.
I believe in the power of online friendships. I have been supported online in ways that I never have in real life. I have too many loving, loyal online friends, male and female, NOT to believe in them.
I will say, though, that the best of my online friends – we’ve moved past “online only” and have texted, spoken or Skyped. If I’ve known you online a long time, and I absolutely have to log into Facebook to interact with you,
are we really friends?
If there’s anyone left out there who is new to these kinds of exchanges, please consider this:
If someone is willing to get sexual with you online, male or female, this is probably what that person does. In general. It doesn’t mean they’re wrong, or you’re wrong, or sexting is wrong.
It’s just not unique to YOU.
Technology has completely changed the notion of space and time, breaking down barriers in ways we never thought possible. And online sexual relationships have never been easier, thanks to cellphones, text messaging, social networks – and shifting ethics.
What hasn’t changed is the need to feel special. Behind the words on your screen, right now, is ME.
A living breathing person, whose heart beats real blood.
Think about that before you hit “send.”
Have you had some strange online encounters? Or do you tend to keep away from that world?
Talk to me. I’m listening.