It was in those unstructured conversations that I could be typing so fast my guard came down.
“It was pleasurable to meet new people and learn that you were ‘attractive’ somehow,” Katz recalls.
In 2001, I was 16, sitting at the computer in the family room when my best friend, Marla M12, found me on AIM.
I hid a smirk with a frown so my mom wouldn’t wonder what I was up to — at that moment, trying not to be turned on.
“Do you remember what it felt like for a relative stranger to be like: ‘I see you’? It felt like cartwheeling down a moving walkway, going with the flow and yet still sticking the landing.