I did have a Twitter: it wasn’t under my name and it definitely wasn’t something I told anyone about. The account was solely an outlet for my horny thoughts - and, yes, my nudes. I never showed my face, but the exhibitionist rush of posting my body for strangers to see never failed to make my heart beat faster. It was a safe way to word-vomit my kinky thoughts into the world without having my friends look at me like I was a complete freak, and without having to make myself be brave enough to ever speak to a date about it in person.
