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There are certain inventions that have completely changed our definition of sex. With the advent of the telephone, along came phone sex. When we created the internet, cyber sex followed shortly after. The prevalence of cell phones has created a phenomenon of drunk dialing right around the time people walk out of a bar. And, as would be expected, the popularity of two way pagers and text messaging has created “text sex”.

A good friend of mine first used this term about a month ago, to tell me about a conversation with a guy she used to date in Florida. They were chatting one night, and with the push of a few buttons, it turned into something much more suggestive. She was a little nervous about it, but the sense of distance and freedom to think about what to say before sending gave her the confidence to participate.

I’ve become notorious among friends for having embraced the drunken text, but it’s usually nothing more harmless that “What are you doing?” or “I miss you” to friends I haven’t seen in awhile. Last night, after a drink with a friend turned into multiple drinks with multiple friends, I sent a message to an old reliable booty call who lives out of state. It started as just wanting to let him know I was thinking of him, but he was never shy about talking dirty when we were together, and he still isn’t. As he started to describe, in detail, what he would be doing to me if we were in the same city, I was struck by the thrill of reading these messages out in public where no one else knew what we were talking about.

That is, until the friends I was with became curious why I was grinning at messages every few minutes. I was out with one of my best gay guy friends who grabbed my phone, and his jaw dropped as he read my most recent excerpt. He and the other boys in our group were quite impressed, egging me on that I better be responding with something just as good, which of course I did.

One of the benefits of “text sex” (other than no protection required) is that it then becomes accessible at any time of day. I flipped through my phone on the subway today and grinned while reading over what had come out of our mouths (well, fingers, I guess) the night before. The down side? You had better trust the person on the other end completely to be discreet, or your most intimate thoughts could be made public to anyone they choose.

So, after a LONG night out and walking in the door to my apartment as my roommate was on the way out to go to work, I was exhausted, but excited about the fun new way to flirt that I had discovered. I also wasn’t disappointed when Cash was too busy with work today to step out for a coffee break, because we scheduled our first “real date” for Friday night instead. I’ll have to remember to turn off my cell phone.

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