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.Neko-cats, the old and the “enhanced,” the elf and the tentacle alien, all mix in orgiastic pleasure, for it’s not merely the imagined body that titillates the mun, but the writing, the opportunity to extend your literary imagination.My own characters have profile images of “anime traps,” men who are either gay or so feminine that cisgendered males find them attractive.The game’s strange universe forced young adolescents like myself to go into online chat rooms to seek interpretations of the game’s eco-terrorist characters and biopunk style.
The writer was known as a mun, meaning “mundane,” and was only referred to via the character (“Kawika’s mun”), while written gestures like “need not mention the subject at all.Perhaps the negligence of chat room roleplay is due to its fetishistic, erotic nature, which one encounters instantly, with chat programs highlighting rooms like “the futunari hotsprings” (the room I was instantly zapped into at https://roleplay.chat/).The bond between character and mun is inescapably erotic: losing yourself in your character does not mean knowing him from head-to-toe, but submitting yourself to his will, letting yourself slip into him (or “bleed” as roleplaying scholars put it).Yet nearly two decades since Chat RP’s heyday, there is still very little (if any) awareness of it.Literary scholars and magazine writers don’t notice it, and in fiction circles, Chat RP is still practically unheard of.