The act of roleplaying lies somewhere between transition and drag, between taking identity seriously and making fun of it.Nearly every character you meet in the RP realm is pansexual.Five seconds into a chat room called “Slave Adoption Center,” I receive three invites to private sex plays. From the small purview beneath a sunhat, finds a table and, kicking legs up, sifts through a newspaper kept rolled up in a left sleeve, letting the sweat-mixed print rub off on fingers.first time in two years entering a roleplay chat room, and though the medium has transformed time and again since I began, the writerly high I get from spinning the perfect post, and partnering up with an anonymous writer to clash literary talents, still remains palpable. I dig deeper into my trench, and prepare the next round. It was early in 1997 when I first entered a chat room and pretended to be an invented character with an anime face and a pansexual appetite. You could recognize Kawika creeping open the tavern door, holding the bracelet’s silver chain to keep those crystal charms from announcing a new presence.
I snub them, exit the chat, and skim the other room names: “Beastality 4U,” “Nekocat Daycare” “Dirty School Girl RP” and “You are in a mansion rooming with an opposite sex roommate what will it turn into.”I enter a chat room called “Hooter’s Bar and Restaurant,” and scan the room’s posts for a significant other.The golden age of chat room roleplaying was mechanic in nature.In December of 1996, the internet service provider, America Online, rid users of arbitrary hourly limits, and introduced unlimited usage, allowing eleven-year-old me to cruise on the internet without accumulating steep charges for my parents.Perhaps this is because chat room roleplay produces no library books or consumer products, and is too transient to promote.Users often remain anonymous, and their written words only last until they reach the chat room’s loading limit before transpiring into white space.