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We met in an AOL chatroom in the “Friends” category, bonding over a shared interest in baseball and the inspiration for his screenname; I’d impressed him by referencing the lyrics to “Don’t Eat the Yellow Snow.” Every day (except Monday and Wednesday, when I had Hebrew school), between pm and pm, I’d grab the Compaq laptop from my parents’ room, zip past my babysitter watching General Hospital, and log onto AOL to see if Frank Zappy was on my buddy list.I don’t remember the specifics, but I remember we talked about classic rock and which colleges he thought Dana should apply to.
“I lied about my age, my location, my gender,” one of my coworkers told me.“My cousins and I would huddle together in front of one of their slim-for-the-time Dell monitors ‘playing’ online checkers (or something) and engaging with people who were probably (but maybe not?) a lot older than us,” recalled Jenny Kutner, an assistant editor who writes about sex and dating for Salon.Most teens of the early AOL chatroom era, or the mid-to-late-1990s, experimented with cybersex or had their sexual initiations online, in chatrooms with names like “Bored housewives over 30” or “Naughty wellhung surfer boys 18 .” In 1996, AOL had 5 million subscribers; by 2002, it had 25 million and was the biggest dial-up service in the country.Chat had never been more expedient or accessible, so it was only a matter of time before people started using it for sex.There wasn’t anything particularly special about Frank Zappy, who would later become one of a string of anonymous strangers I would cyber with online.
He was just the first man online who gave me the most attention, and as a knotty-haired, awkward 10-year-old who desperately craved male attention, that was good enough reason to be excited whenever the AIM chime symbol sounded, signaling that he’d signed on.
If you secretly wanted to be spanked, for instance, but were worried your partner wouldn’t be receptive to the idea, it was easy to find someone who would be in one of the hundreds of BDSM-themed chatrooms.
The fact that you had no idea what the person you were typing with even looked like in some ways heightened the thrill.
It was invigorating to have an older man express interest in me and my life; it didn’t matter that that life wasn’t mine, but Dana’s, or that he was supposedly old, potentially married, and borderline illiterate.
For me, cybersex with Frank Zappy was nothing short of a full-blown sexual awakening.
This veil of anonymity let an entire generation of young women like myself experience their sexual initiations in AIM chatrooms.