Calling All Scots!

3113 said:
And while we're discussing realistic depictions, which kind of Brit are you? Upper crust with the bowler hat, umbrella, stiff upper lip and accent like Prince Charles...or lower with the Dick-Van-Dyke-from-Mary-Poppins dialect and a tendency to dance and sing on rooftops?

You should see him in tights. ;)
 
Thank you, McKenna. That's very decent of you. I'm sorry that I took the discussion in a direction that distracted from your goals, but my intention - how ironic this is, is no doubt evident - was honestly to be helpful, to take some of the sting out of the first poster's comments by contextualizing them, and to try to spare you what might be unnecessary effort if you were revising with those comments in mind. What result I achieved in attempting that goal, I think gives us some indication of where I'm at in my own literary efforts. Thank you for your patience with my posts and that quite lengthy explanation of what the bugger I was up to.

As for this ...

oggbashan said:
I bet you serenade your horse and go hunting through the heather for gay Scottish lassies.

Oh, God, I hope so.

Shanglan
 
kendo1 said:
Any decisions yet, Mck?


I've decided to edit the story and re-submit. Or leave it up and edit, however that works. Even though the point of the story was to explore the emotions around non-consenual sex, I feel like I should make some changes to it to make it more historically/culturally accurate. Thank God I didn't fuck up the sex, at least! :D

Thanks for your help, Kendo. I imagine I may have to knock on your door for a bit more help after the inital edit. :)
 
SEVERUSMAX said:
Disturbing on SOOOO many levels! :D

True.

They don't make them in my size so the tights keep slipping down.

It is one thing to wear tights in front of a consenting other half. It is very different to wear them all day in front of a large audience.

Have you ever tried to ride a horse while you (not the horse) are wearing tights? It is difficult to grip the horse with your knees when you have concerns about whether the tights will split or ladder.

Tights are not designed to be worn with a codpiece. If the codpiece is inside the tights the sight is ridiculous and the tights could split. If the codpiece is outside the tights it moves in a most unnatural fashion and could frighten the horse, not to mention reducing any human observers to hysterics.

My only consolation in the performers' dressing tent (no luxury trailers for us) is that almost all the men have to wear tights at one time or other during the performance. Once costumed as Henry VIII I didn't have to change. I appear as Henry VIII because I have the build and the natural beard, even if it has to be coloured. If I appeared in another scene I would an anachronism (Henry VIII opposes Julius Caesar's landing in Britain, Henry VIII at the court of King Arthur; Henry VIII watches the troops embark for D-Day, etc.).

The other performers played two or more roles during the event e.g. British tribesman, King William the Conqueror, Benedictine monk, hanger-on at my court, soldier celebrating VE-Day etc.

The one consolation I had was that my costume was adapted to carry a six-pack of Foster's Australian lager inside my corporation. However I could not be allowed to be seen by the paying public while I was imbibing Foster's. That would have been anachronistic...

Og
 
oggbashan said:
If I appeared in another scene I would an anachronism (Henry VIII opposes Julius Caesar's landing in Britain, Henry VIII at the court of King Arthur; Henry VIII watches the troops embark for D-Day, etc.).

I'd pay to see that. :D
 
oggbashan said:
True.

They don't make them in my size so the tights keep slipping down.

It is one thing to wear tights in front of a consenting other half. It is very different to wear them all day in front of a large audience.

Have you ever tried to ride a horse while you (not the horse) are wearing tights? It is difficult to grip the horse with your knees when you have concerns about whether the tights will split or ladder.

Tights are not designed to be worn with a codpiece. If the codpiece is inside the tights the sight is ridiculous and the tights could split. If the codpiece is outside the tights it moves in a most unnatural fashion and could frighten the horse, not to mention reducing any human observers to hysterics.

My only consolation in the performers' dressing tent (no luxury trailers for us) is that almost all the men have to wear tights at one time or other during the performance. Once costumed as Henry VIII I didn't have to change. I appear as Henry VIII because I have the build and the natural beard, even if it has to be coloured. If I appeared in another scene I would an anachronism (Henry VIII opposes Julius Caesar's landing in Britain, Henry VIII at the court of King Arthur; Henry VIII watches the troops embark for D-Day, etc.).

The other performers played two or more roles during the event e.g. British tribesman, King William the Conqueror, Benedictine monk, hanger-on at my court, soldier celebrating VE-Day etc.

The one consolation I had was that my costume was adapted to carry a six-pack of Foster's Australian lager inside my corporation. However I could not be allowed to be seen by the paying public while I was imbibing Foster's. That would have been anachronistic...

Og


The things one does for the art. I once wore a red dress for a skit. Another time, I marked my eyes with a black marker to simulate a burglar's mask. Of course, there was the consolation in the former case of knowing what a sexy babe had loaned me that dress for the skit (and she WAS a tall, sexy thing).
 
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