She clicked away until she found what she was looking for, a chat room home page with bold letters stating: YOU MUST BE AT LEAST 13 YEARS OLD TO ENTER THIS SITE.

Jennifer was the only one of us who met this qualification, but she went right in.

At every sleepover from then on out, we would find a time to log on to that chat room.

I had gone, in a very short amount of time, from a wide-eyed and innocent child to a sex object, and I couldn’t bring myself to quit. I couldn’t stop thinking about sex, and that worried me.

I mourned for the loss of my childhood, and I grieved over my own perversion.

I felt empowered by the way I could tantalize men just with my words, and the way they spoke me to made me feel wild and beautiful.

I began touching myself, masturbating at night and thinking about the older men on the chat room who wanted to do all kinds of dirty things to me. Cybering made me feel worldly and desirable when, in actuality, I was an awkward and gangly little girl whose crushes were all “out of my league.” Soon, however, I realized that I had become addicted.

But that evening, our eyes were opened as Jennifer introduced us to the process of having digital sex. I grew up in the Bible belt, where sex was rarely discussed and desire was a sin.

I knew sex only as an act between two married people when they wanted to have a baby.

However, I had also developed a crippling fear of relationships and a supreme anxiety surrounding the very idea of sex.

I just recently learned that there is a term for this: sexual anorexia.

I kept men at such a distance that I didn’t have my first kiss until I was 21 years old. I thought for awhile that maybe I was just asexual.