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Of course we had met before, only just not in person. We met on the famous website that had become my home from home. I found most of my best lovers there, all over the world.

‘I feel lucky,’ he said. ‘It used to be so hard to meet a great woman who was into kink.’

‘Or anyone at all,’ I said. ‘I wish there had been a site like this ten years ago.’

Simon raised his shapely eyebrows. ‘Make that twenty, for me.’

We shared the ensuing silence. And the sadness about years lost to shame and exclusion. Simon was fragile, like me. We were not just suitors and hunters, we were members of a secret tribe.

And I liked the fact that he refrained from forcing his personal history on me. We listened to how the wind rattled the big trees and flew over the roof of Nepenthe.

For a while, that site had a very elegant lady in a green and white outfit on the landing page. She looked like everything I wanted to be. I dived with gusto into long, exciting conversations and noted with relief, again and again, how sexy it is to speak without fear. Some of these conversations had been going on for months. I didn’t plan to be in California for ever.

Simon and I, however, had only been writing to each other for a few days. One fine night, moon shining high over the Esalen Internet Hut, he just popped up. He was bold and light-hearted. He peppered his messages with unabashed philosophy. He quoted poetry. Real, complicated poetry. And he was free tonight.

He used to be a roadie for some band that was famous in America, he said. And now he was a surveyor of land. The dream didn’t pay. But he wasn’t giving up on other dreams. Like me?

Me? At that time, I was all dream. California dreaming all right.