Showing posts with label Ninth Wave Island. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ninth Wave Island. Show all posts

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Five Years Ago

First kiss in public
Second kiss in public
























These two pictures were taken on this day five years ago by our (then) friend Evander Milena. They were taken at the Sarco Sound Grounds (SSG to those of us who used it) at the Ninth Wave Island-sim.

They show Ars and mine two first kisses in public, or rather in front of our friends. I was the one who insisted on two pictures because of the stupid girly-pose. Today I wouldn't have minded at all.

As you can see, already at that time I had my penchant for cargo pants in SecondLife...

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Re: "My Ars"

I remember exactly when, where and with whom I was talking when I first started referring to my lover Ars as "my Ars".

It was just a few months after Ars and I had made a home together at Southern Charm. I was at "SSG", the Sarcosound Group´s parcel at the "Ninth Wave Island" sim. Ars had just logged off to get some sleep and I was left talking with Sarco Halderman. We were alone at SSG.

I think Sarco had just realized I was not just a temporary fling but was going to stick around for the long haul. It was also around this time I had started noticing an increased tension between the two of them.

They had been friends for a long time when I came along, they had also started the Sarcosound group together. That company at one time provided fifteen or more DJ´s working in all timezones in SecondLife.

Ars really loved Sarco til the very end, although the love was sometimes mixed with a big measure of resentment and anger. No one - except possibly Guyke when he was at his worst behaviour - could ever infuriate my Ars as much as Sarco could, but the love between them was always there.

After a little awhile Sarco started talking to me about Ars and his personal life. I am sure he was doing this only out of kindness and because he wanted what was best for Ars, but it made me guarded at once because I have never really liked being told anything personal about someone I love by anyone except that person.

Ars and I had only been together for a few months, but I was certain I still did not know all of his circumstances or secrets and I sure as hell did not want to hear them from anyone except him. So I started saying "My Ars this..." and "...my Ars that..." and "I am sure my Ars will tell me everything I need or want to know about him, as I myself will tell him everything."

Sarco soon sensed my unwillingness and we moved on to other subjects of interest.

In time I learned all Ars´ secrets and he all of mine, we learned them from each other. But the phrase stuck with me. Hell I even used it against Ars, saying things like "My Ars would never do such a thing!" and worse. That usually made him bite my head off, but he never could stay angry with me for long so I did not mind and kept hitting him with it when it suited me, sometimes it even made him laugh because he soon realized in what situations I used it.

He was no dimwit, my Ars.

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Musical Memories - Swedish Bloggers Relay


Cobra Starship - I Kissed a Boy (Music Video) from Max Welch on Vimeo.

This is a song I remember from the summer of 2008 (Yeah I know I rezzed in March 2007 but my memory is lousy about those first months - I dont think I actually found the music button until I met Ars...) This song was really huge on the SL gay scene! Ahh those were the days...

I remember them well, they were all about Ars, Ars, Ars, Ars and well Ars again and a bit of Guyke and Andrey too. I thought of Ars by day and dreamt of him by night. I hurried home from work to be with him, I stayed up too late to be with him.

Those were happy days! We worked on our house, we worked on our parcels at "Southern Charm", we hung out at "Ninth Wave Island" with Andrey, sarco, Yannis, Harley, Guyke and Orchid and the rest of the gang and their fans. We listened to all the "Sarco Sound" DJ´s as they trying out their music and sets.