I had my first Chatroulette experience yesterday. [Sidenote: Website created by a 17-year old Russian schoolkid, obviously. Probably while hatching plans on sub-geneteric vodka osmosis.]
The experience went like this:
Irish colleague: Peas have you ever seen Chatroulette?
Peas: Is that where you randomly click through to people's web cameras?
Irish: Yes. It randomly selects web cameras around the world that are also on Chatroulette. Right, so here we go.
Peas: OK, so why is the 'partner' screen black.
Irish: Just wait. It's rouletting a whole load of web cameras across the world.
Peas: Oh look it's a baby's arm holding an apple....how cute....wait..............OH MY GOD, oh my god, turn it off turn it off! It's a dude wanking right in front of his camera!
[mild frenzy involving clicking windows, pulling out cables, and wondering if anyone else at the office saw my screen.]
Irish....that was grand. For a first Chatroulette experience, seeing a wanker, that was great craic.
This is Chatroulette. Consisting of 70% males under 35, and of those, half of them wank directly into the camera.
It's free porn. If you're a wank fetishist.
Southpark obviously featured it in one of its episodes.
So I did a little experiment of my own. Cunningly dressed like a Fly That Wears A Tiara. It's dangerously addictive, especially if there's nothing to watch on the box.
I henceforth received:
A guy who was willing to make a fair trade
A dude who wants me to show him my boobs and feet at the same time
Hugh Hefner called, he wants his gown back
Senor Nice Chest
EEEEEEK! Put that away! GOD!
No...no, stop...don't open it, no...NEXT
That was enough to sanctify my curiosity.