Samantha Thornhill
United States
Samantha Thornhill A native of Trinidad & Tobago this poet offers a sassy cyber-sussed and poetic delivery of warnings to those who get hooked up but out of touch with reality by ego-tripping and living out their fantasies online.
BIOGRAPHY
Samantha Thornhill travels the globe performing poetry, delivering lectures, and facilitating writin... More >
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I came to college and got turned out.And people of generation seX know what I’m talking bout.When I first moved out and into my email addressthat’s when I became technologically promiscuous. I was scandalous.I started meeting guys in back rooms, Yahoo chat rooms.Having cyber sex with men on the first conversation.Sexin’ them up in virtual coffee shops and College Clubsand never seeing them again.I had one chat stands till 5:00 in the morning on Black Planets.I had buddy lists full of chat dicksI started buying Chap Stick from Internet pharmacies.My closest friends were alarmed at mebecause I was a hot girl sending Hotmail and being trifedoing things I would never do in real life.I used to type 60 Jezebellian words per minuteto 2 and 3 men at a time.Dropping my panties at the drop of a dime.But then, I started getting viruses from cyber ejaculations aka attachments.My P.C. contracted STD’s so I refused to even let at an erection
into my inboxwithout getting some protection.Because I was meeting dudes from 16 to 60 years oldfrom Macaulay Culkin to Geraldofrom Colorado to SexicoI stopped buying rubbers from Texacoand started buying them online.I even stopped coming to class on timeb/c I met a man who sounded fine—he had black hair, dimples, and chocolate eyeshis name was Pecan Pie and was 6’5”or at least that’s what it said on his profile.Sooner or later, Pecan Pie stopped being Real Playerand became my #1 e-mailer.When he became my boyfriend.I gave up my toyfriendsand enrolled in Internet classes.Never in all my Google eyed fantasiesdid I imagine a love like this.I wanted Pecan Pie to be the father of my kids.One night we eloped on AOL and was marriedwent on a chat room honeymoon in Paris.We consummated our marriage in the Amazon with Monsters.com b/c when we were dating, we were on good behavior.We cruised around the World Wide Web on Netscape’s Navigatorand whenever we felt lost and there was anything we neededwe were told to go Ask Jeevesand would you believe that Pecan Pie was ready for meto be the mother of his baby so soon?We consulted a doctor in a chat roomand to our surprise we could choose the color of our baby’s eyes,hair texture, sex, and height.By the next night much to our Excitewe were at Adobe Photoshop getting a sonogramb/c it was the baby’s first bi-mester.My friends thought I was crazyb/c I was married with fetus in one semester.And then something bad happened.The next day my baby arrived and I tried to open its attachmentand my computer crashed.The technician said this virus was deadlymy P.C had contracted HIVfrom the night Pecan and I were marriedand I didn’t even know itmy computer never showed it.Pecan Pie I trustedI didn’t care that he wasn’t testedor that we weren’t protected.But he was messing around on meopening other women’s attachmentsputting my PC and our baby at risk.And now my baby was dead.It took me a few minutes to clear my head but thenI used the computer of a friendand Pecan said he wanted to make amends,try for another baby, go to online counselingbut instead I downloaded divorce papers in his memoryand didn’t care if he signed them.B/c I signed out and started to live my life again.
