An internet addict. It started 20 years ago, on July 28, 1994, when I signed on to AOL, and like everyone else reading this, started searching for the one five-letter word that defines our interest.
After a year of intense stimulation (social, intellectual and creative, of course) I started wondering, “how long can this last?” Well, when AOL finally became free, and cyberspace opened up, the answer became clear. At least 20 years. Maybe forever.
Every free moment was spent chatting, arguing and playing with all number and manner of people who I never would have encountered in what we call “real life.” In fact, “real life” and the quotidian merged for many of us. These people, some perhaps imaginary friends, but others whom I have seen and touched with my own eyes and hands, are as much a part of me as my own family. Most have drifted away, some gave up the kink (at least publicly), a few have died. Only one relationship fell apart, and the reasons were mutual, but the memories are the best.
I don’t travel much anymore, but I remain an internet addict with, as Gordon Lightfoot put it, “a million daydreams to keep me satisfied,” and a store of experiences that, believe it or not, kept me sane all these years. As I contemplate aging, the thing I fear more than a broken right hand is memory loss.
For now, I remain as cranky and spanky as ever, and whether you like it or not, thank you for being part of my life.
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