I had a conversation recently which ended up, as it sometimes does, reflecting on how things once were in chat rooms all over the world in every conceivable chat venue. At one time, peoples passion for their way of life and what they enjoy was displayed openly on here without fear of being tagged or seen as something "less than real".
Yes, I am talking about the days when men enjoyed the written talents of their peers, playing verbal ping pong in rooms with a bota swinging freely in one hand, indulging in the power of written word through conversation and comradeship. Sparring, debating, laughing were not uncommon nor frowned upon.
The days when free women conversed with grace and knew that a man's business was his own, not something for her to stick her nose into when she chose. She knew her place without having it scolded into her every five minutes, and she knew not to expect to be permitted to wander freely into homes that no free woman would rightly enter alone.
We also cannot forget the many who enjoyed the flowing words of a slaves dance, the devotion in a simple serve or the warmer moments of devouring a squirming yet highly disciplined slave wherever and whenever the urge took them, not sneaking off like a prude so as not to "offend" and then denying they do such things.
And the slaves themselves? The anxious flipping in their bellies before they entered, knowing full well their slavery will be shown clearly to them once there, no compromise or coddling was in force nor was it desired!
Yet all this died.
Someone, somewhere, planted a seed that grew to slowly overtake the minds of these people.
The seed?
That you are less than real if you indulge in any kind of online interaction.
That it makes you a roleplayer regardless of the fact you are not playing out a role or building a fictional character base.
There is a great difference between:
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Realistic roleplay
In which people emote or "act out" what they would simply do or have done in their everyday life.
They use terms from books in relation to the setting they're in so what's the difference? The difference is they are being who they ARE, not something they have created regardless of what terms of phrase they may use.
And:
Character roleplay
In which they build a fictional character from scratch with its own seperate book based histories and incorporate all number of fantasy from the series into their online experience. They are playing out someone they have created which may not have any bearing on who they really are offline.
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Thus the seed was planted and the sheep predicatably began to follow, burying the freedom to enjoy what they enjoy, burying their passions and desires.
What was once so enjoyable and raw, fun and colourful, honest, open and full of life has disappeared and become colourless and deceiving, prudish and closed.
Blandness and bickering over who and what "appears" to be more real is more important than simply being real enough to be themselves, honest enough to admit what they enjoy and open enough to do so.
What is more confusing is that the majority of people who despise any kind of roleplay now, including the realistic..
the people who look down their noses at anyone who enjoys or indulges in any type of online "roleplay" or interaction..
are the very same people who found it so acceptable back then!
The very same people who indulged and enjoyed themselves while doing so!
You are all contradictory sheep..
I've heard every excuse and listened to the inevitable bleating but in reality it goes back to one thing;
You are all afraid.
You are so wrapped up in your labels that you sacrifice your own passions to make some strange seeded myth true. All you care about now is how you appear to others and in doing so you bury yourselves.
That is not freedom nor is it real.
None of you are free, you are all slaves to each other...
And you are less real than the people you laugh at.
� Zedojehn 2007 Permission to use required
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