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	<description>erotic short stories by jack stratton</description>
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		<title>By: jss</title>
		<link>http://writingdirty.com/archives/17/comment-page-1#comment-1081</link>
		<dc:creator>jss</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 15:34:09 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You put your name on it, Jack, and you called it like it is -- you&#039;re tired of separating things.

Assuming your name is Jack. ;-)

You and I started blogs about sex within days of each other and you&#039;re at least momentarily braver than I am.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You put your name on it, Jack, and you called it like it is &#8212; you&#8217;re tired of separating things.</p>
<p>Assuming your name is Jack. <img src='http://writingdirty.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';-)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>You and I started blogs about sex within days of each other and you&#8217;re at least momentarily braver than I am.</p>
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		<title>By: Mariella</title>
		<link>http://writingdirty.com/archives/17/comment-page-1#comment-1080</link>
		<dc:creator>Mariella</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 14 Jul 2008 20:46:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;ve been getting off on the net since I turned 16, and the second I got my own laptop at 18, it instantly became more and more a part of my everyday life and who I am.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I had two online romances, one very brief and pretty hilarious, and the other a bit more serious and the hugest of mindfucks, by far.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I find it easy to retreat to the internet instead of putting the work into meeting new people face to face.  I have more control here, and it makes it hard to want to go back to the old way.  I need time-delay and a backspace key to feel comfortable now, haha.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Only a handful of people know the whole truth of the situation AND have read about it on my blog.  It&#039;s only the people I can trust to understand that the things they read there aren&#039;t the work of someone who&#039;s a stranger, who&#039;s replaced their shy, sweet friend, but just another side of me that&#039;s always been there, that I&#039;m finally letting them see.  Some have reacted better than others, and those bonds are the ones I see strengthening while others flounder a bit.  &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I can&#039;t help feeling like the net has ruined all of us a little bit, but I don&#039;t exactly miss life before it either.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;ve been getting off on the net since I turned 16, and the second I got my own laptop at 18, it instantly became more and more a part of my everyday life and who I am.  </p>
<p>I had two online romances, one very brief and pretty hilarious, and the other a bit more serious and the hugest of mindfucks, by far.  </p>
<p>I find it easy to retreat to the internet instead of putting the work into meeting new people face to face.  I have more control here, and it makes it hard to want to go back to the old way.  I need time-delay and a backspace key to feel comfortable now, haha.</p>
<p>Only a handful of people know the whole truth of the situation AND have read about it on my blog.  It&#8217;s only the people I can trust to understand that the things they read there aren&#8217;t the work of someone who&#8217;s a stranger, who&#8217;s replaced their shy, sweet friend, but just another side of me that&#8217;s always been there, that I&#8217;m finally letting them see.  Some have reacted better than others, and those bonds are the ones I see strengthening while others flounder a bit.  </p>
<p>I can&#8217;t help feeling like the net has ruined all of us a little bit, but I don&#8217;t exactly miss life before it either.</p>
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		<title>By: Ellie</title>
		<link>http://writingdirty.com/archives/17/comment-page-1#comment-1079</link>
		<dc:creator>Ellie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 17:12:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hmm, I actually have even more to say about this idea of &quot;two&quot; identities. I&#039;ll run it into a post instead of slamming your comments, though.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hmm, I actually have even more to say about this idea of &#8220;two&#8221; identities. I&#8217;ll run it into a post instead of slamming your comments, though.</p>
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		<title>By: Ellie</title>
		<link>http://writingdirty.com/archives/17/comment-page-1#comment-1078</link>
		<dc:creator>Ellie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 17:09:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have been having some serious issues with this lately. I think you might have read my &quot;existential crisis&quot; post and know what I&#039;m talking about. My intention is to build myself a life where I can operate open and without having to hide anything. I have already dismissed shame and sneaking and openly tell any and all of my friends about my lifestyle and interests and website (although I don&#039;t necessarily give them the URL, they know it exists.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;That said, there are practical considerations. Something like accessing my &quot;other&quot; identity from an office computer would be stupid (well it is okay at *my* office in the confines of the ivory tower, but not so much if I was in a cubicle farm.)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I think you have to make your own path, if you enjoy the bifurcated identity, go with it. When it starts to feel like a burden, consider shrugging it off. But try to think through the worst case scenarios. I know what mine are if I am &quot;outed&quot; in some dramatic way. They don&#039;t actually scare me that much - they just might make some current plans a bit different. If you know what the scenario is, you can prepare for it. But, like I said, I plan to out myself before anyone else can get to me, if it comes to that ;)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have been having some serious issues with this lately. I think you might have read my &#8220;existential crisis&#8221; post and know what I&#8217;m talking about. My intention is to build myself a life where I can operate open and without having to hide anything. I have already dismissed shame and sneaking and openly tell any and all of my friends about my lifestyle and interests and website (although I don&#8217;t necessarily give them the URL, they know it exists.)</p>
<p>That said, there are practical considerations. Something like accessing my &#8220;other&#8221; identity from an office computer would be stupid (well it is okay at *my* office in the confines of the ivory tower, but not so much if I was in a cubicle farm.)</p>
<p>I think you have to make your own path, if you enjoy the bifurcated identity, go with it. When it starts to feel like a burden, consider shrugging it off. But try to think through the worst case scenarios. I know what mine are if I am &#8220;outed&#8221; in some dramatic way. They don&#8217;t actually scare me that much &#8211; they just might make some current plans a bit different. If you know what the scenario is, you can prepare for it. But, like I said, I plan to out myself before anyone else can get to me, if it comes to that <img src='http://writingdirty.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Lilly</title>
		<link>http://writingdirty.com/archives/17/comment-page-1#comment-1077</link>
		<dc:creator>Lilly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Jul 2008 14:53:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>*sigh* The timing....&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I have different online identities as well. The person I am online is NOT the person my family sees, nor most of my real-life friends. They&#039;re just not that sexually open. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Very recently I was...&quot;found&quot;. I can&#039;t go into in detail (at least on here, ask me and I&#039;ll tell you about it) but it involves my job. I had to sanitize my blog a little with regards to that. I might be overreacting, but I can&#039;t take the chance.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>*sigh* The timing&#8230;.</p>
<p>I have different online identities as well. The person I am online is NOT the person my family sees, nor most of my real-life friends. They&#8217;re just not that sexually open. </p>
<p>Very recently I was&#8230;&#8221;found&#8221;. I can&#8217;t go into in detail (at least on here, ask me and I&#8217;ll tell you about it) but it involves my job. I had to sanitize my blog a little with regards to that. I might be overreacting, but I can&#8217;t take the chance.</p>
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