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For the first few weeks or so, my relationship with Frank Zappy skirted the lines of PG-13 respectability.
Then one day, he started telling me what he wanted to do to me if he met me, and I, picking up on his cues, told him what I (or “Dana”) wanted to do to him.
I don’t remember the specifics, but I remember we talked about classic rock and which colleges he thought Dana should apply to.
It was easier to be anonymous on the Internet back then, to flirt and wink and experiment behind purposefully misspelled, sexually charged screennames like seksikittee69 and bigboi17 that weren’t tethered to a public Facebook account.
While technology like group video conferencing existed, it was painfully slow and not readily available.
This veil of anonymity let an entire generation of young women like myself experience their sexual initiations in AIM chatrooms.
(I was 15, and it was the intermission of my camp’s production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream; I was Helena, he was Lysander, and that’s all you need to know.) I do, however, have a very clear memory of the first time I had cybersex.