I have a photo album on my bookshelf full of faces of people I know which I haven't opened since 1982 so why would I want their faces on my internet? I tried facebook to see what all the fuss was about and was only on there five minutes before some idiot poked me.
It is easy to be brave when you are on the internet.
In a corner of the room, there is a large computer screen, an expensive camera and behind them, professional photographers’ lights.
Dozens of pairs of eyes may view Lana in her room online in real time via dedicated adult websites.
Within hours the entire village was calling me William Tell.
Having escaped the small town mentality for the last fifty two years, I am hardly going to advertise my movements now.
There was a fat italian kid who lived next door to me named Tony.
One day I shot him in the leg with a home made bow & arrow from my treehouse that overlooked his yard and his parents called the police.
In Romania, thousands of women work as “cam-girls” from studios and from home.
It is a 24/7 market, the majority of clients logging in from North America and Western Europe.
These sites are the online equivalent of walking down the street, finding a rock shaped like a frog and holding it up in the air while yelling for all my neighbours to come out and tell me what they think of my frog shaped rock. Especially Mrs Carter in number three who leaves her bins out all week.
If I did find a rock shaped like a frog, I would throw it at her cat. Why would I want dozens of pictures of lots of love cats? I went away for a week recently and when I got back and checked my email, I had eight hundred and forty three messages.
Forty rooms open off pristine, white corridors, their walls adorned with pictures of women in states of glamorous undress. Inside that room, a woman is live and direct via webcam with international clients – and as long as she is alone in the room, it is entirely legal. There is a wardrobe containing some of her clothes.