I always feel a little bit sorry for folks with impossible-to-realize fantasies. From Craigslist:
This is an odd request, but I am looking for a role-playing partner to do email or instant message-based sessions revolving around various reenactments and recreations of situations similar to those in the Disney classic movie Honey I Shrunk The Kids. Various aspects of the original movie have always fascinated me. The perspective of being shrunken, and the various interactions with normal every-day objects and situations. My role would be that of a shrunken individual, while yours would be that of the normal sized role.
Out of all of the scenes in the movie that I have always wanted to reenact through role-play is that of the Cheerios scene. Of course, swapping out Rick Moranis for yourself would be preferred. The requirements for this job: you are a female, you are verbose, descriptive almost to the point of it being ridiculous, very imaginative, and hopefully that you like Cheerios.
I suppose a Honey-I-Shrunk-The-Kids fetishist could use inner tubes or floaties in place of Cheerios. But what do you use for a bowl? Or a spoon? And how do you fit a verbose, imaginative female in your mouth?
Swapping out Rick Moranis for myself is ALWAYS preferred!
Dan you’re missing the point here, He says it’s going to occur via EMAIL or IM meaning that the successful candidate would TYPE awesome textual descriptions like on MUD/MOOs: “the giant spoon is hovering above your head – a large cold whitish drop of non-fat milk is trembling above your face as you smell the clean slightly chalky scent of the milk – I am trying to keep the spoon level but oh my god I tremble and the milk SPLASHES all over your shirt” while he, um, does whatever he does on the other end. And not long ago I had notable portions of a verbose imaginative female in my mouth, and I miss her in the worst way. So please don’t mention her again unless you absolutely must. That is all.
Dan you’re missing the point here – he says it’s going to occur via EMAIL or IM meaning that the successful candidate would TYPE awesome textual descriptions: “the giant spoon is hovering above your head – a large cold blue-whitish drop of nonfat milk is trembling above your face as you smell the clean slightly chalky scent of the milk – I am trying to keep the spoon level but oh my god I tremble and the milk SPLASHES all over your shirt” while he, um, does whatever he does on the other end. And not long ago I had notable portions of a verbose imaginative female in my mouth, and it was oh so easy, and I miss her in the worst way. Let’s not discuss her unless we must. That is all.