Who do you pretend to be?

[Misty_Morning]

No shit!

I'm a guy and I have more toys that that. (Girls really like the magic wand massager.)

Yes we do.

 

[mckai777]

I find myself pretending less and less, except when it comes to my family. I'm more open about myself and what I do with my friends. I even told a couple of them about my writing and Lit. Funny thing is, a lot of times people seem to assume that I'm joking. This makes it easier for me to be honest since they just asume I'm joking. And yes, I often tell them I'm not, but they laugh anyway. The two friends I talked to about my writing are definitely more open-minded than most, and it was a good conversation. They haven't read my stories. I didn't tell them where to look for them, or what my username was. Maybe someday.

The first two people I told about my writing were my mom and dad. Then again, the piece I read to them was not so much explicit as emotionally intense. I've even shared my work with my brother, who loved it. That's partly why I'm still writing.

 

[Guest]

I'm a Physician's Assistant at hospital in Seattle and play the white-collar part very well, though appearance isn't as strict working in the ER. I go to work, do my job, and get the hell out when my shift is over. In a more private hospitals in Seattle when I first got here, and like the one I worked in Baton Rouge, I had to remove visible piercings every morning and wear a long sleeve lab coat to cover my full arm tattoos. It got hot-as-hell, suffocating, wearing long sleeves in the summer in Louisiana.

But where I work now in Seattle, they haven't even batted an eye since I dyed my hair blond from black last week.

 

[Trombonus]

The first two people I told about my writing were my mom and dad. Then again, the piece I read to them was not so much explicit as emotionally intense. I've even shared my work with my brother, who loved it. That's partly why I'm still writing.

Mine would never understand. They'd think I was some sicko or something.

 

[mckai777]

Mine would never understand. They'd think I was some sicko or something.

I've read my mom stories about vampire sex, but never one about getting fucked by plant. That said, however, I really enjoyed "Queen of Autumn Leaves". I gave it a five for creativity, and also for getting me wet.

 

[Trombonus]

I've read my mom stories about vampire sex, but never one about getting fucked by plant. That said, however, I really enjoyed "Queen of Autumn Leaves". I gave it a five for creativity, and also for getting me wet.

I'm glad you enjoyed it.

 

[starrkers]

Mine would never understand. They'd think I was some sicko or something.

Same here.

I don't particularly notice, but my family can always tell when I'm talking to my parents on the 'phone - my accent changes, becomes more British and "proper".

 

[Svenskaflicka]

Do you pretend to be who you want people to think you are? How far would you go to keep up a pretense? When would you call it quits...when is enough, enough?

I've pretended to be really deep and new age-y to play a joke on a guy once... It was fun, but I gave it up after about 2 hours. Somehow, I don't think he understood the difference...

Oh, and I've also played the happy-go-lucky dumb blonde to get out of jams (sure thing, officer, will do that, sir!), but I've never kept up an act for more than one day.

I'm going to try acting like Ellenor in my story Bimbo, and pretend to be a dumb blonde, just once. Just to see the reactions when I drop the act and say something clever and insightful. Hmmm, I think I'll let M help me set it up. This could be fun.

 

[TheeGoatPig]

I've pretended to be really deep and new age-y to play a joke on a guy once... It was fun, but I gave it up after about 2 hours. Somehow, I don't think he understood the difference...

Oh, and I've also played the happy-go-lucky dumb blonde to get out of jams (sure thing, officer, will do that, sir!), but I've never kept up an act for more than one day.

I'm going to try acting like Ellenor in my story Bimbo, and pretend to be a dumb blonde, just once. Just to see the reactions when I drop the act and say something clever and insightful. Hmmm, I think I'll let M help me set it up. This could be fun.

You just reminded me of the night where I pretended that I lost my arm in the gulf war. I had my right arm tucked under my shirt sleeve, convincing my best friend's sister that it had been mising for years.

Four things you should know before judging me on this:
1. She had known me for three years before this night.
2. She knew me as the two-armed drummer in his band.
3. I'm not old enough to have been in the first gulf war.
4. She was stoned off her ass.

She was falling for it so bad I almost laughed my ass off right in front of her, so I put on a frown and walked around the corner of the house to laugh. We went out to get munchies a little later, and so I switched arms to drive (I drove while in character, with only my right arm). She didn't notice that I had switched when we got to the diner. I went to reach for a glass of water with my missing arm and put on a sad face as if remembering that I had lost it all of a sudden. Made her cry for a moment.

Mean? Yes. But she hated my guts anyway. I have no remorse over that night.

 

[Guest]

How is this different from the Mask thread?

i must have missed it. my bad.

anyway, i've enjoyed all the responces. perspectives are tres cool. people at work still think im conservative. im still not comfortable enough to share personal perspectives or stories as of yet. its only day two after all.

i DID, however, meet a co-worker that irritated the ever living fuck out of me last night. i had to pretend that her voice didnt feel like sandpaper rubbing over open wounds or i would have done something like stuff the blow up meme doll straight up her ass...twat! her voice is grating and if she called me a "good girl" one more time i think my teeth would have been ground down to nubs.

now, that, is the difficult "pretending"

 

[shereads]

See, I'm working in a porn shop. Don't say that out loud here in Texas. You must say Mature Video.

I prefer, "Morality Challenging Audio-Visual Character Enhancement Devices."

Do you pretend to be who you want people to think you are?

For my mom, yes. Because she's an 84-pound Southern Baptist heart patient held together with duct tape, paper clips and hairspray, and might not survive discovering that she raised a floosie. I'm not quite as Not-Me around her now as when I used to hide my birth control pills so she'd think I was America's first abstinence-pledged divorcee. After all, I've seen her 89-year-old boyfriend put his hand on her ass while they played "Amazing Grace" on his organ (Hammond). She might not be as sheltered as she once was.


Also, there's no one in my 3-dimensional world who knows I adore porn. If pornography laws in the U.S. were less vague, I might not be so paranoid about what I read and write online. But the last I heard, the Supreme Court left it up to our "communities" to decide what's obscene - and therefore criminal. The law also fails to spell out which community we're talking about; I think of the internet as my community when I'm online, but someone else might decide that my community is the state of Florida, aka El Rancho Jeb Bush-o. In which case, a right-wing crackdown on my private porn fun is not out of the queston. For my own good, of course.

Just because you're paranoid doesn't mean people aren't out to get you.

 

[SeaCat]

LOLOL

My family knows I write, my parents know what I write though my siblings don't. (My parents don't care while my brother and sister would try to have me declared either insane or a sexual criminal.)

In work I have to act as though I truly care about my co-workers ad believe their B.S. They do not know that I write. (Well my boss and an R.N. do. My boss can't understand why I would write Porn and the R.N. loves it.)

Cat

 

[Jubal_Harshaw]

I yams what I yams and that's all that I yams. I'm Popeye, the sailor.
I'm strongs to the finish 'cause I eats my spinich. I'm Popeye, the sailor.

 

[Belegon]

My job could very easily be defined as "Professional kiss-ass who has to talk people who make 10-20 times his annual salary into following laws they don't want to follow and paying attention to things they would rather forget...except when something goes wrong for them because they didn't listen to me and then I have to pretend that neither of us is perfectly aware of whose fucking fault it actually is so that they will give us more money."

and I still would like to be an actor.

so yeah, I pretend. But my Readers Choice award is proudly displayed in clear sight and my living room bookshelf is filled with smut as well as Sci Fi and Fantasy.

so, I don't always pretend. And I don't pretend much here. Sometimes I pretend I don't really want to kick somebodies ass....that's about it.

 

[joeys-game]

In most situations i don't pretend, its too damn hard to keep up 'appearances'.
If i say i care about someone or like someone, i mean it, its not just something to say, that goes for my online friends also, probably even more so, thats all we have..a relationship built on statements we make to one another over the internet.

I suppose the times when i pretend and i think everyone does it is when we pretend that everything is easy, or everything is okay , or that we are happy, no worries..its easy to do over the net.

 

[curiositykitten]

Well, in honor of losing my virginity on Lit just now, I guess I'll reply to this very intriguing thread with a very honest answer:

As far as my personality, you pretty much see who I am by what you read. I'm honest, straightforward, nonjudgmental and have a pretty good sense of humor - how can anyone live without one?

But - in the public eye - another story. While the personality is the same, I am a professional - a nurse, a teacher, a "lady," a Christian with a strong faith, and a mother who puts that job above all else.

Privately, I seem to have disappeared under the many public hats I wear for many years, but have recently rediscovered a new sensuality. I do believe women must hit their sexual prime in their 30's - and I was too busy to notice for about 10 years! Thanks to modern technology and a special online & phone friend, I am finding delicious pleasures that I probably wouldn't seek in my reality yet!

So I can enjoy being naughty and find it very nice to live out my fantasies until I am ready to make them a part of my reality.

 

[Huckleman2000]

I'm a Physician's Assistant at hospital in Seattle and play the white-collar part very well, though appearance isn't as strict working in the ER. I go to work, do my job, and get the hell out when my shift is over. In a more private hospitals in Seattle when I first got here, and like the one I worked in Baton Rouge, I had to remove visible piercings every morning and wear a long sleeve lab coat to cover my full arm tattoos. It got hot-as-hell, suffocating, wearing long sleeves in the summer in Louisiana.

But where I work now in Seattle, they haven't even batted an eye since I dyed my hair blond from black last week.

I just moved away from the Seattle area.
I'm looking in Madison, WI. My [sort of] joke is, I look for the tattoo parlour as the anchor for any neighborhood I'm interested in. People laugh, but it's a surprisingly accurate indication of the sort of eclectic and diverse and artsy area I want to live. Even though I don't have any ink or piercings, and don't really want any, that seems to be the aesthetic for younger people of the type I want to be providing some energy in the neighborhood.

 

[feeeriek]

feee really sucks at pretending so she has learned to avoid and keep quiet...though she is not always successful

 

[TxRad]

I gave up on pretending a long time ago....

It's hard enough being me without having to listen to the rest of those voices all day long...

Anyway, WYSIWYG with no apologizes excepted, expected, or given.....

 

[DG Hear]

Pretending to be a writer.

In late 2005 I was reading stories and they all seemed the same. I decided I could do as well and wrote a story. It got rejected twice. I finally got an editor and they helped me out some.

One day Techsan wrote me and told me my ideas were good but my grammer and writing ability wasn't the greatest. I gave him permision to re-edit a couple of my sories and they were so much better.

I asked him if he would be my new editor and he agreed. Some editors try to change my thoughts and ideas. I don't like that. Techsan makes some suggestion and I make the final decisions.

I then wanted a women's point of view and asked LadyCibelle. She agreed to edit for me also. Now I get two points of views, both male and female.

Back to the original question, These two make me believe I can write. I have fun writing the stories but they make my stories a good read. I don't think the editors get enough credit. If it weren't for these two that I have, I don't know if I would even write another story.

Yes, I am pretending to be a writer.
Sincerely
DG Hear

 

[Guest]

so...
HUGE MORAL PROBLEM
there i am, working as per usual at the porn shop, checking id at the door. even if you are 112 and coming through the door in a wheel chair with your 90 year old child, i will id you.

i digress...

this guy comes in the door. i dont think much of it and ask to see his id. he flashes me his sexual offender identification card.

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i say thank you and immediately i have to take a moment to think this over.

firstly, my gut reaction was to recoil and think the worst and believe me, I AM NOT PROUD. i hate that it took me several moments to think about the situation to get over this thought process. what right did i have to think badly about this person? i had no idea what happened.
secondly, hes at a porn store and maybe hes trying to use this material in exchange for acting inappropriately...fuck i dont know.

i did fail myself though. i couldnt pretend... i couldnt wait on him. and this really bothered me to degrees i cant even mention. i was judging this person. me. i pride myself with NEVER judging anyone, ever. this really took the wind from my sails. wow.

so, i just put this in perspective. i have to think that anyone who walks through the door could be or has been an offender. i have no right to think poorly of these people and until that moment, i hadn't.

reality sucks.

 

[Jenny_Jackson]

so...
HUGE MORAL PROBLEM
there i am, working as per usual at the porn shop, checking id at the door. even if you are 112 and coming through the door in a wheel chair with your 90 year old child, i will id you.

i digress...

this guy comes in the door. i dont think much of it and ask to see his id. he flashes me his sexual offender identification card.

um


um

i say thank you and immediately i have to take a moment to think this over.

firstly, my gut reaction was to recoil and think the worst and believe me, I AM NOT PROUD. i hate that it took me several moments to think about the situation to get over this thought process. what right did i have to think badly about this person? i had no idea what happened.
secondly, hes at a porn store and maybe hes trying to use this material in exchange for acting inappropriately...fuck i dont know.

i did fail myself though. i couldnt pretend... i couldnt wait on him. and this really bothered me to degrees i cant even mention. i was judging this person. me. i pride myself with NEVER judging anyone, ever. this really took the wind from my sails. wow.

so, i just put this in perspective. i have to think that anyone who walks through the door could be or has been an offender. i have no right to think poorly of these people and until that moment, i hadn't.

reality sucks.

He didn't have a driver's license?

 

[Guest]

He didn't have a driver's license?

no idea.
i think i was taken so off guard i didnt even think about that at the moment...then i thought it might be a condition of his...erm..parole?
who knows?

 

[Recidiva]

no idea.
i think i was taken so off guard i didnt even think about that at the moment...then i thought it might be a condition of his...erm..parole?
who knows?

I don't like judging without evidence. I'd say a sex offender card is evidence enough to get the oogies.

I'm grateful someone judges sex offenders.

 

[Dr_Strabismus]

Enough, dare I say to get us both arrested according to the "6 is enough" law here. Playing the wide-eyed innocent might just be what keeps me at this job for any time period. Here in lies my point.

I think that law refers to firearms -- You may have noticed that most gunracks hold a maximum of six guns, or five guns and a white cane.

After a few weeks of Wide-Eyed Innocence you can gradually progress to Narrow-Eyed Innocent, and hopefully after a few months reveal your true character, Pure Debauched.