DJ Ralphie @ Camelot

I am too tired to write much about Ralphie's set at Camelot, but it was fun! Mostly because of all the Instant Message sessions I was in with old and brand new friends.

Spanki, I and Drew

Christo sexing it up for a dark and mysterious stranger....

My new found friend Dodo (to the right) and a companion
show their pride with saggy pants. Great underwear guys!

Trin Almodovar 

Trin Almodovar showing off his skills

My brother Martial

OhioMike's Kilt Party

Tuesday evening (4-6 PM SLT) it was time for OhioMike's Kilt Party at the Second Pride Festival with Mike's hubby Hotboy as DJ, of course. I simply had to go, because - as everyone who knows me knows - I love tartan's and firmly believe that there isn't anything sexier than a man in tartan.

At a tartan party it is proper and fitting to come in your tartan, naked or splashed in colors. (Bear suits are acceptable if the person is completely covered in the skin.) Coming to a tartan party in anything except the three options mentioned is a social blunder of a magnitude equivalent to showing up at a royal wedding in dirty jeans and a torn t-shirt. Special dispensation for faux pas' from the rule are given to
1) Americans
2) Stunning beauties
3) Extreme youth and
4) Diagnosed idiots.

The venue was full of hunky men and a few women when I arrived. The music was loud and good, the DJ was loud and the crowd was loud, lewd and fun.

Benja & Ryce (Special dispensation by points 1 and 2 of the rules)
Benja being a Spaniard should know better, but his beauty saves him once again

Petr, Ty & Vaan

Myself and Marcellias

An unknown beautiful American man (Special dispensation by points 1 and 2 of the rules)

Please note! The party was open to everyone, in kilt or not. I just made up the rules and special dispensations to tease my friends Ryce and Benja.

The Spurt Party

Tuesday noon-2 PM was the time for the Spurt Beach Party with DJ Dextrum "DJ Dex" Boucher.

It would hasve been a fun party if it had not been for too much gesturbating and pixelating. We even had a thrilling vistit by a griefer, who was handled by the ever-attentive security officer Tootsie Nootan (the woman n-e-v-e-r sleeps).

Spanki, Butch, Marcellias and I grooving

Lee with Weylin

Carmen

Spanki shows his pride

Marcellias pretending not to notice Tor

Retraction

On Saturday, there was a post on Bock in SecondLife entitled “At the Gay Nation Set” where we incorrectly stated that Mr. Butch Diavolo, the well-known SecondLife DJ and an extremely handsome, humorous and charming male avatar to boot, congregated at the venue with a multitude of ex-lovers.

Although our reporter at the time, through the documentation supplied to him, may have believed this to be true a closer examination of the documentation provided has shown that these allegations are entirely false. As far as we know today (through a source very close to Mr. Diavolo) only three (3) ex-lovers can be confirmed.

In this situation it is my duty and obligation as editor in chief of Bock in SecondLife to offer our sincerest apologies to Mr. Diavolo for publishing the false information. We are truly sorry for any pain or other inconvenience the publication may have caused Mr. Diavolo or his reputation as an honest and upstanding male avatar.

The story leaked to our reporter was obviously from a lesser man and motivated by jealousy over Mr. Diavolo’s prowess as a lover and/or success as a DJ. If it were possible I would fire the reporter, but he is the only one we have and he also happens to be myself.

We are sure that our readers and stockholders, who have always supported us, will understand that this was an honest mistake and stick by us now and look forward to a bright future together with them.

Your humble servant
Bock McMillan
Editor in Chief of Bock in SecondLife,
The Much Honored Laird of Southern Charm,
The Most Patient Bock McMillan, Prince of Cascade Falls,
Sovereign ruler over The Commonwealth of Southern Enchantment and Outer Territories, 

etc., etc.

At DJ Panos Set

This evening I first dragged my buddy Butch's weary and demure ass to the Beefcake store so that he could show his pride in his clothing also. As I told him, "Butch, my dear friend, you are not fit to be seen at a pride-celebration in those rags. Everyone will think you are a straight geezer. Now, come along, show your pride!" At the same time I took the opportunity to see to it that Greg and Caleb were decently outfitted as well.

With that mission accomplished the four of us went of to DJ Panos set to have a good time. Unfortunately I had problems today with a lot of grey avatars so I did not get many usable pictures at this venue.

In the foreground you see tiny Tootsie Nootan. That little woman
seems to be completely tireless and is working  security 24/7

Lee McKay and his husband Weylin Vale

At the Opening of "Viva l'Italia"

I was invited to the opening of my friend Eddi Haskell´s photo-exhibition "Viva l'Italia" today. my son Guyke accompanied me to.the opening, partly because I always like to hang with him, partly as my chaperon to keep me out of trouble. 

We were a little late in arriving because we had wasted a lot of time getting dressed. After starting out in full gala with tuxedos that could have fit in well at the royal wedding in Stockholm today, we dressed down until we were in extremely casual attire. 

When we arrived the party had already filled up with a host of beautiful men and some women. Mikedacook "Mikey" Dinzeo was the DJ of the evening. I enjoyed his music thoroughly while talking with Guyke in voice and the other guests in local or Instant Message, all the while hungrily looking at the men at the venue - one in particular whom I will spare the embarrassment of being mentioned here. 

Many of my buddies or long time acquaintances were at the party like Eddi and Benja, Garth and Mitch, Rico and Avacar, Mikey's partner Robin, Judas, Mattias, Khar and Christo,.but also many men and women that I did not know - yet. 

All in all, I had a great time, enjoying the beautiful photographs, the great music and the pleasant conversation. .

Guyke and I admiring one of Eddi's works

I and my favorite among the beautiful photographs

Brent (I was to distracted by his hotness to catch his last name), a
 mysterious and silent stranger with a sexy avatar. I noticed he had rezzed
in 2009, which means he is  like 15-20 years younger than myself

My buddy Christo Spyker.
What is this thing with Dutch men and their bare feet, I wonder?

Christo grooving

My friend, the always charming Kharissa Indigo,
mskes a fashion statement as always

The exhibition will continue until the end of June, I highly recommend you pay it a visit at The Eddi Haskell Gallery (SLurl)

More pictures can be found at my buddies blogs, Eddi Haskell's Second Life and Benja Aquila's Second Life