I have to admit that mobile phones aren't really my best friend. I pretty much loath them! Why? I think it's the 'on call' thing. I don;t want to be contacted at every moment of the day and night. I like to have my own space. I like to miss calls if I'm busy or don't feel like talking. Is that an awful thing to say?
I own a mobile phone...but it's on silent almost always, and it may not be charged. And it's somewhere in my lounge room, I think, unless I left it some place else! I'm not good, I told you.
If I grew up with mobiles, I would be a sexter. Years ago, I had a friend and we'd send each other Polaroid photos by mail (as in, in a letter by post). We didn't live near each other, so we didn't see each other a lot, but email was our friend (and phone and mail). If we had mobiles then...wow...I'd hate to think!
The Polaroids we'd send each other were never blatant (but they would be if I sexted!). They were suggestive more than explicit - a lacy edge of a bra over a mound of breast, the upraised sheet over an erect cock, a side on shot of an open mouth, a shot along a stomach.
Did I think about him using them for nefarious purposes? No. I trusted him. I never thought of after, or if we broke up nastily, or anything like that.
Would I worry if it had been more explicit? Probably not when I was young. Now, I might think twice.
But I'm pretty trusting of relationships...which is probably silly because most relationships end, but now images, words, thoughts, ramblings, they're all on file, caught on the world wide web, and there forever!
I'm glad I didn't grown up with a mobile in one hand and my life on the net...although, it would have made for some hot sexting!!!