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If it's just a few, save them to your desktop and then upload them to a site link tinypic or mypix.com.
just don't call it Barry (surname)'s room if you don't want people to find it in future. You don't even have to sign up and get an account.
theres a thread about pictures of your room and i need to know how to do it before the thread dissappears
I used mypix last night, it's very straightforward.
that was much less traumatic than I expected.
You wouldnt believe it would you? all the posting i do, yet i have never put up photos on the web (apart from profile ones)
if you can tell me whether you and aishapra are the same person. if so, why do you use one nickname sometimes and the other sometimes. and if you're different, you have quite similar writing styles! i nearly started a thread about this but though i might seem even more stupid.
it started off because as you notice my posting is distinctive.
thinking about what someone else might object to and then trying to counter that befor i finish my original opening gambit
, making many replies to myself cos i realise i missed something
, using ..........'s a lot
, being quite dry
Now that isnt necessarily me, but it became a habit
I tried a few times to break the habit, with mental resolutions, but i soon slipped back into it
I therefore considered the idea of a new username and persona, because to kep the ruse up then i would have to ensure i didnt use the same telltale habits that i did as creakyknees
At the beginning when aishapra was still unknown as being me, this worked quite well, but i did tell quite a few people, and a moderator, simply because i didnt want to be dodgy about it
However as more and more people found out a few more people used to find the fact that i posted in a different style a bit dodgy, so of late i still use the username but i dont bother so much with using a diffrerent style, which is hopefully more acceptable, i also now try to use aishapra to just be more reasoned in my arguments (hopefully)
PS im not 'into' anything heavy concerning gender or anything, im not particularly macho and i have no desires to be a woman in real life (although they do have better choices of clothing and shoes than men), I am quite happy about being a man, however i am not at all hung up about gender image like most others I wouldnt mind which gender i was, which is what makes me more different ( a bit frankish i suppose), but i am relatively unadventurous and am probably stifflingly morally straight laced in my personal habits.
i can be a bit prudish personally considering that i am mentally libertarian.
I am straight yet not afraid of being called not so, cos it really isnt important personally.
Freedon to express yourself is far more important.
I never imagined that anyone on here was going to be exactly like they were in real life anyway (not that we are all roleplaying to decieve, its just that the medium does affect the content)
I apologise for any unpleasent tastes that aishapra has left in anyones mouths.
PS i get on perfectly well with men of my own age who are not ****holes. Although i do get left behind when men start refering to women or bodies like in a haynes technical manual, over the years this (along with my love of plants and flowers, my inability to spit and uncomfortability with swearing) (my campish voice and my having been brought up by my mum and gran, thus having little male influence/instruction in to how to walk or talk, has led to much jibing at school that i was a 'puff' I became inurred to that and found that much of this stems from others insecurities, so i took solace in my strength in not being so affected by what others thought of me.
If people wanted to think something about me then that was fine.
As for dressing up.
Well here are my 3 experiances
One as a young man i went out to a fancy dress party with two mates as a granny with two ballons as boobs we got drunk had a laugh and they popped my baloons with fags.
At polytechnic i was having a party where the theme as poofs poseurs and perverts (only me and my housemates actually dressed up) but before I went to the pub for pre party drinks I allowed 3 women to 'make me up' in my bedroom and i can tell you that its actually a quite an erotic experiance, having three women staring closely at your face peering intently and concentratin on how they are making you look and them looking happy when they've made your eyes look good (they were obviously loving the opportunity to do this as well) Eroticism doesnt necessarily come in the forms of s*x in this case it was 3 consenting excited women happy with the opportunity and happy with the result, it was all mutual, I let them have their way with my face and thoroughly enjoyed the process of the (different sort of) closeness and lack of pressure. (I wore my normal cloths)
When i was about 30 I was staying at mrs knees in london (before we got married) she had loads of cool and extreme people. One band (freinds of hers) (called zipzip undo me) were playing a sort of skin two party in brixton on new years eve, evreyone had to dress up appropriately.
I was deternmined to not look mundane at a party where everyone else is really looking good, (and these sort of parties are full of people who are into a scene that i have never ben in) so i tried hard with the clothes and wigs that Mrs knees and her freinds had. I was actually really chuffed when it became apparent that i actually looked quite good, it was gratifying that i was not mundane. At the party someone actually starte stroking my shoulder and i was so proud of myself that i was so cool and unconcerned that i just let them and was unconcerned enough to not even look to see if it was a man/woman/thing/ugmo or beauty. I enjoyed myself enormously, but have not done this since (because i am sure that when things get regular and habitual (as in a scene) they will not shine as brightly.
So i go on letting people think all sorts of things cos there is nothing the matter with it, and people shouldnt have hang ups about so much stuff, not caring is liberating
some people were a bit dismayed by it and thus i would like to reassure them
Then jam a phone line into your floppy disk drive