The End:
So I have just hit my 24 hour mark. I don’t feel excited, but I feel relieved. I have to now run to a meeting (oh Hi outside world), but I will come back later today to reflect on the last few hours and offer some postscript. Feel free to ask me questions in the meanwhile.
Morning Has Broken..
and I’m almost at the end of Chatroulette24. In another 45 minutes I can leave the screen for any amount of time I chose. I can sleep without fear of a dude masturbating at my snoring. I can walk to the top of a mountain. I will be free.
This is my (rather uncomfortable) sleeping position. I have the computer on and plan on sleeping for precisely two hours.
I flipped my shit just now because I thought this was Peter at first. Just so you know what I’m talking about, I put a picture of him on the right side for the sake of comparison.
To their credit, they didn’t next me until after I said that looks like “No Inches.”
Remarkably, at 4AM, I am sitting next to two friends. Carly hopped in for some action this go-around, and it resulted in one of the longest conversations yet - with some Australians no less! This CR created a couple of landmarks: 1) Longest conversation with a girl. 2) Longest conversation with a group. 3) First time a game was played over CR.* 4) First time personal information was exchanged.
*The game was a version of “Guess Who?.” Each group would state a fact that was true for one of us and the other group would guess who it was true about. It was a grand ol’ time for this late in the game.
Chatroulette 24 Featuring guest blogger Alex Kerr! He totally pawned these guys. Also, name me one other blog that has a guest blogger at 3:30 AM. I dare you.
On Giving Up the Gun:
So at this point I’ve all but given up all hope that Peter - and now Isabel - will find me. They have been on CR throughout the twenty four hours pressing “next” and trying to link with me. As I get tossed around a crowd of strangers like a SARS-ridden Beach Volleyball, the more images that pop up that aren’t Peter or Isabel, the more I lose hope. I know that isn’t numerically sound, but it feels like it is. Isabel recently left this comment:
still trying to find you. i was on for a while by myself. i only saw dudes and most of them seemed excited about seeing a girl. then they asked me if i “wanted to get dirty.”
It made me think about what a radically different project this would be if a woman undertook it. Chatroulette isn’t only a lawless, sexist land after hours; that is this site’s modus operandi at all times.
Anyways, my hope is lost and my steam is running out.
I forgot to mention! When Andrew was over earlier, we had a conversation with a genuine woman! Upon reflection it was boring, but at the time it was wholly thrilling. Now I know how a bird watcher would feel if they spotted a Dodo.
Boy howdy, this conversation went nowhere fast. The best response I have to the “faggot” charge at this point is dragging it out like I don’t know what he means. Getting a kid to define “faggot” and why you are one is at-once heartbreaking and hilarious. The oddest part of all is that even though I’m not pressing “next” by my rules, neither do guys like this, which leaves us stuck in this ackward zone of him feeling like he needs to perpetually insult me. What happened with this kid is that he eventually tired of slurs (n-word, fat, etc.), and in a bizarre twist started asking for my fashion advice about his sunglasses.
After 16 hours straight I am still amazed by this site.
