This week in the Green Room: Alternative Identities and Cyber Sex. Join Richard Lett backstage at our CyberComedy Club as he discovers his G-Spot. Funny? Absolutely. Obscene? Maybe. Offensive? Your call. Personally, we find his honesty refreshing. Ladies & Gentlemen, welcome to the Green Room.
The Green Room
by Richard Lett
It all began when I was able to get on line for free The time limitations with my internet provider had kept me frugal in my online forays. Once I was online for free, with unlimited time, the slippery slope into the world of aliases and alternative sex began.
As soon as I began to log into a chat room, the program asked me to create an identity. (Note: It did not ask me to identify myself, but instead "Create an Identity"). I naively established myself based on my true description. Even so, a nickname would be required. My attempt to use my given name was met with the program informing me that my name was long gone-and only if I was comfortable with being Richard 942-could I use my name. So, I created an alias. My age and location were real, for now.
Now I could scroll the world for someone to chat with. I chose "Romance", and found a myriad of rooms to choose from. Within half an hour of entering a room I was chatting with a young woman from Texas. When she asked me my age, her interest cooled and so next time I was asked-I lowered it by 5 years. It is the first moments of deception that are the most insidious.
Not long after that, I saw a "Women only ChatRoom"-and the temptation was too much. I swear, my intention was merely to see what the ladies were talking about. However, immediately upon entering, I was commanded to identify myself with these three innocuous letters: a,s,l….age/sex/location….and Christine 23 was born. And trust me, nothing will light up your toolbar like 23/F in a lesbian chat room.
The arbitrary choice of 23 required a little dialogue adjustment, but no one was calling my bluff. Of all the whispers (private messages) I got, one took a real shine to me. She was only 25 herself, but very horny with her talk. I played hard to get as I felt my way round this female psyche.
"I'm unsure of my feelings," I told her.
She inquired if I found women attractive. I replied- "Very".
She then asked me if I had Instant Messaging, and for my e-mail address. I gave her my address and boom! A message comes on my screen, telling me to press a button on my screen allowing us instant access to each other, whenever we are online. And that, is how my lesbian affair began.
I soon had to have a job, and made Christine a waitress at a club downtown. The talk got sexy pretty fast. I helped her sleep, masturbating with me. And she taught me so much. She taught me to rub my clit and well, I was all over my G-Spot. She taught me how to squirt when I came. But it was out of control. The problem was, she lived in the same city as me, and by the sound of it, not too far away. That was the fatal error.
"Write what you know", I thought.
How was I to know she would want us to meet? And well, we couldn't. One of us doesn't exist. So I had to be resistant. It was apparent that we had to break up. I waited for her to say something wrong. I really had no intention of hurting her, but I thought that letting her go, unrequited, was better than the reality of telling her that it's April 1st.
She said she would meet me at the beach…and Christine stood her up. And I blocked her mail to me.
What compels me to share this is the realization that my lesbian fling was real. Real in the ever-real universe of cyber space. We cared about each other. As we find kinship and safe sex online, an exploration of identities begins. Unfettered by prejudice, our perspectives and introspectives expand. This cyberspace we speak of is in between our ears. The dimensions of identity are expanding in an ever growing universe; the universe of our collective minds.
When I was a 23 bi-curious female I breathed life into that character. The possibility that my lover was also acting was unlikely, but even so, in the holodeck of cyberspace I ejaculated with my vagina. And it was great. Men and women aren't pigs; they're people. Sometimes the only place you can meet them is in cyberspace.
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