Wherein this avatar's fates, adventures and experiences in, his thoughts and feelings about and his reactions to his first and second life are depicted with written messages, images and other audiovisual tools.
I am Bock in SecondLife and Bock is I in first life. We share thoughts, opinions, feelings, actions and reactions. We are one and the same and inseparable. On this blog I choose to share both my realities.
This Saturday I am going to submerge myself into complete and utter Mahjong madness with three friends.
We are checking into a quiet hotel in the countryside to start playing at 1PM local time and then go on until we are finished, which probably will be early Sunday morning. There will only be short breaks while the tiles are shuffled and dealt and one longer break for a three course dinner with wine.
I love board games and I absolutely hate losing when I play them... So, the weekend can turn out as a wonderful time or the worst day in my life (Well, maybe not quite but surely close to it.).
Sometimes we encounter loaded questions like that in our lives and we must learn to handle them properly.
A simple "yes" or "no" will not suffice, nor should we ever go the Al Bundy way, who when his wife Peggy once asked him "Does this dress make me look fat?" responded "No, honey. It’s not the dress that makes you look fat. It’s the FAT that makes you look fat."
My recommendation is to always keep it honest.
So when I was posed the question in the post title by my lover yesterday I told him wit the utmost sincerity and honesty, "No, babe, your ass always looks perfectly bodacious and perky. No trousers can ever ruin the way it looks!"
"Around half of all heterosexual men and women potentially carry so-called homosexuality genes that are passed on from one generation to the next. This has helped homosexuality to be present among humans throughout history and in all cultures, even though homosexual men normally do not have many descendants who can directly inherit their genes.
This idea is reported by Giorgi Chaladze of the Ilia State University in Georgia, and published in Springer’s journal Archives of Sexual Behavior. Chaladze used a computational model that, among others, includes aspects of heredity and the tendency of homosexual men to come from larger families."
Read more about the results of the study at J.M.G. or Science Daily at the links provided above.
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The title of this post comes from an observation made by a commenter named Rex on J.M.G. I love it!
Music by Leonard Bernstein, lyrics by Stephen Sondheim.
Maria
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty,
I feel pretty and witty and bright!
And I pity
Any girl who isn't me tonight.
I feel charming,
Oh, so charming
It's alarming how charming I feel!
And so pretty
That I hardly can believe I'm real.
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Who can that attractive girl be?
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
Girls
Have you met my good friend Maria,
The craziest girl on the block?
You'll know her the minute you see her,
She's the one who is in an advanced state of shock.
She thinks she's in love.
She thinks she's in Spain.
She isn't in love,
She's merely insane.
It must be the heat
Or some rare disease,
Or too much to eat
Or maybe it's fleas.
Keep away from her,
Send for Chino!
This is not the
Maria we know!
Modest and pure,
Polite and refined,
Well-bred and mature
And out of her mind!
Maria
I feel pretty,
Oh, so pretty
That the city should give me its key.
A committee
Should be organized to honor me.
Girls
La la la la . . .
Maria
I feel dizzy,
I feel sunny,
I feel fizzy and funny and fine,
And so pretty,
Miss America can just resign!
Girls
La la la la . . .
Maria
See the pretty girl in that mirror there:
Girls
What mirror where?
Maria
Who can that attractive girl be?
Girls
Which? What? Where? Whom?
Maria
Such a pretty face,
Such a pretty dress,
Such a pretty smile,
Such a pretty me!
Girls
Such a pretty me!
All
I feel stunning
And entrancing,
Feel like running and dancing for joy,
For I'm loved
By a pretty wonderful boy!
Sunday April 10th 2016 at 4.58 AM (local time) and Saturday April 9th 2016, 07,58 (SLT), my dear bosom buddy Apmel Goossons blog passed 1,000,000 pageviews.
I was an eyewitness to the event when the blogs counter stopped rolling due to the constrictions in it's format.
"O is taken by her lover to a castle where she is ravished by a number of men. When she returns to her apartment and her work O is forced to follow many rules with the aim to make her a perfect slave. Submission is becoming increasingly important in her life; as the agonies become more difficult, they are also sweeter to endure. O wears her scars with pride."
The above is a back-cover synopsis for "The Story of O" by Pauline Réage (1954) which is an erotic novel on the themes of love, dominance and submission.
The last part of the last sentence already has me so scared and freaked out that I would never consider reading it. I am so vanilla it is probably boring. The only marks I would ever consider having after lovemaking would be hickeys or chafed knees.
Besides, it seems so uncomfortable to me to lug about trunks of heavy duty equipment and clothing for sex when all I really need is condoms and a small vial of lube.
This rant was brought on by my visit to a sim called "Days of O" yesterday, with my Tomais, JJ and Aeon. A beautiful sim dedicated to - as I understand it - the BDSM lifestyle and the famous novel.
One thing good came out of it though, I found my perfect "master" and/or "slave", see the picture above.
Below is a picture of Aeon with his newfound true-love Betsy The Sheep in his arms.
