I would still have been a sex addict without the Internet, but it’s hard for me to picture because those two tweaky compulsions are so tightly wrapped together for me.
I even discovered my sexuality and the World Wide Web at the same time.
I was a sexual being capable of courting and receiving male attention. The Internet is a dangerous place for any sex addict, but for female sex addicts, there is the extra appeal of judgment-free access to an endless stream of sex partners willing to offer intimacy, flattery, money and whatever else it takes to get our attention.
While straight men may attempt to use the Internet this way, they're bound to meet with more resistance, based on the rules of sexual supply and demand.
Men seeking anonymous casual sex more often have to pay for it, or at least put in a significant amount of effort.
As a woman, my ads could have said nothing but “ooga booga,” and as long as I included my gender, I probably still would have gotten responses.
I was 13 in 1995 when we finally went online at my house.It would be another six or seven years before I fully embraced the Internet’s ability to bring me a steady flow of anonymous sex partners.