The Aviary

The much honored Bock McMillan, laird of Southern Charm etc., etc., is a fortunate man to have found a royal consort like Tomais, who with dazzling good looks, devastating charm and impeccable taste can alleviate the lairds burdens.

As you probably are aware, the laird is a conscientious and diligent steward of his realm. He saves no effort in the painstaking upkeep and beautification of his lands. His consort offers him much needed assistance and guidance in these - and all other - matters.

The Balinese building on the home sim has for some time been an unfitting eyesore to the laird. It did not seem to match the rest of the sim, at all, although it had been beautifully exotic at the time when it was once erected.

When Tomais recently suggested a change the laird was slightly wary, but once he was  shown the replacement his husband suggested he was enthusiastic.

The minor princes and princesses of the clan were set to work and managed to demolish the old structure and build the new one in record breaking time.

Guyke, The Prince of Paradijs, tries the harpsichord

Southern Charm can now pride itself with a wonderful conservatory, named "The Aviary", where the royal couple can entertain themselves and friends with tea, light refreshments, musical entertainment and dancing.

The Demolition Crew

This is part of the humongous demolition crew at Zeus today. 

Halloween@Ginger Holler

Yesterday night my Tomais and I dropped in at Ginger Holler for some Halloween themed fun. DJ Cupric was supplying the spooky music.

The place was filled with avatars in spectacular outfits. My winner in the unofficial contest of best outfit has to be PuPi - as usual - closely followed by Valex and my Tomais.

PuPicita

My Tomais and I

Guyke and Valex

Talu, Bart and PuPi

Cupric, Hottie and JJ

Hottie

Cupric

My new brother JJ

JJ's Birthday Bash

Today is the first life birthday of one of the sweetest, most charming and kindest men in SecondLife, the talented photographer JJ Goodman. He turns thirty-something (...or is it really 41?).

Yesterday Fordis Flores and some other of JJ's closest friends had arranged a surprise party to celebrate him. Amazingly enough it actually seems that it was a complete surprise to him, none of all those invited had spilled the beans.

Samm Quendra entertained us with songs and sweet talk

WayneNZ and Holter

JJ and Hottie B Lockjaw

Ohiomike Lockjaw

Kahvy Sands and his beau Garrett Smith

Coop Router

Guyke, Tomais, Kahvy, me, Garrett, Kharissa Indigo and Larz Kas

JJ, Fordis and Slam Ballinger, Fordis bf

Gerard Renoir, Talu and Stephano del Piero

Samael & Cinta

WOW! Paradise Lost in Second Life

My son Guyke gave Tomais and me an extremely early wedding anniversary present by inviting us to join him for the last performance of the Basilique Performing Arts Company in Second Life's production of John Milton's "Paradise Lost".

I took loads of pictures of this original, unique, sensational and totally amazing experience to the wonderful music of Mozart, but do not have time at the moment to blog them. Instead I will only give you a few pictures before and after the show.

Stay tuned for more pictures this coming weekend.

I give this production the score: ★ ★ ★ ★ ★

I and Guyke ready to teleport to the venue

Waiting in line for the ban lines to be removed

Inside the venue, waiting for the performance to begin

Tomais and I saying good night after the show

Thank you so much for this wonderful present, Guykechen!

Hanging with LP & Guyke

Tomais was away in first life on family business on Saturday so I hung out with my son and his beau LP.

Besides talking and getting to know one another, Guyke and I taught LP how to say Guyke's name correctly [gheee-caa], which rhymes with the Spanish word for girl "chica".

I also entered LP into "The Laird's School of Animation", the class of Hugging.101. I am still hopeful that he will ultimately be successful.

I - and later LP and Guyke - then went on to the Holtwaye Gallery event. As I was entering the venue JJ took the picture below. That man is really fast and an excellent photographer, who always manages to make me look great.

My Son As Art

When I logged in yesterday I was soon hailed by my son Guyke, Prince of Paradijs (the traditional title given to the heir to the throne of the realm of Southern Charm). After the usual preliminaries he soon spilled his urgent news.

"I'm in an exhibition!", he said excitedly.
"What do you mean?", I asked, "I know you are an exhibitionist, but what exhibition are you in?"
"You remember, I told you that Ronan Mactavish asked me to pose for him? Well, the pictures are now exhibited."
"Ahh yes, of course I remember. Please send me the landmark and I will go take a look! This should be fun..."

Guyke sent me the landmark to Piazza Siciliana (SLurl) and I arrived safely at the gallery. I was a bit taken aback when I saw the name of the exhibition on the sign at the landing spot.

"Welcome to Ronan Mactavish's Uomini Nudi. Kip.. Jee.. Simon.. Latherblu.. Drey.. Guyke", my Italian isn't great but good enough to realize that I was going to be exposed to images of naked men. The boy hadn't told me that... "If he is sporting an erection I will surely accidentally drown him, even if he is the Crown Prince", I thought to myself as I took three deep breaths and prepared myself for the worst.

I decided to start with the others men in the exhibition and look at Guyke's pictures last, so I could slowly prepare myself for the possible shock.

The exhibition was however extremely tasteful and beautifully composed, so as I moved along through the different sections I felt my fear leaving me. When I finally came to the Guyke-section I was extremely happy to see Ronan's interpretation of my beloved son.

 

 I am happy to say that I can recommend this wonderful exhibition to you all.

Reunited

Reunited with my hubby and my son!

Opgedragen aan Guyke

You are never alone
by Mauro Scocco (direct translation to English by Bock McMillan)

When the storm blows, when the bridges burn
When hope and meaning, just disappear
When you feel small, and when no one is there
You will never be alone anyway, as long as I am here

I can walk all night, take a plane or train
It doesn't matter where you are
I´ll get there - anyway

You are never alone, as long as I breathe
As long as my heart - can beat
You are never alone, never forget it
I'll do anything for you, I hope that you know
Yes, I hope that you know

If those you trust fail you, if your dream fell apart
Then I can remind you of how much you're worth
That the fear you feel, it is not you
And how scary as it may seem, it will fade away

I can walk all night, take a plane or train
It doesn't matter where you are
I´ll get there - anyway

You are never alone, as long as I breathe
As long as my heart - can beat
You are never alone, never forget it
I'll do anything for you, I hope that you know
Yes, I hope that you know

So when you no longer cope, then I´ll cope for us both
When you cannot find a way out, I´ll find one anyway
You have given me so much over the years that have passed
The biggest thing one can get, you have given it to me

You are never alone, as long as I breathe
As long as my heart - can beat
You are never alone, never forget it
I'll do anything for you, I hope that you know
Yes, I hope that you know
Yes, I hope that you know

And I know that you know

Celebrating Le Petit Prince

Yesterday the McMillan clan and friends assembled at the home sim to celebrate the first life birthday of Guyke, Prince of Paradijs (the traditional title of the heir to the throne of Southern Charm), on his 26th birthday - again.

Cupcakes in enormous quantities and varying sizes were served with tea and homemade honey. The laird, who at his advanced age has to be careful with his intake of calories, only ate one cupcake but the younger men could stuff their bellies with many more of the tasty delicacies. 

After a short break in the eating to give Guyke his birthday gift the family continued eating ice-cream and popsicles (cool, fruity, creamy and crunchy) on the roof terrace while enjoying a pleasant discussion on current events into the night.

The Story of Guyke

Today is a day of festivities and joy in the kingdom of Southern Charm, for twas 26+ years ago on this very day that a newborn boy child was found on the stairs of the lairdal palace having been placed there by a wretched princess.

Photo by JJ Goodman II

Later investigations by the SCSS (Southern Charm Secret Service) showed that it was the poor unwed princess called "Fat Martha" who had given birth to the boy while working in the fields. DNA proved that the father was indeed the late Ars Northmead, although the man vehemently denied having had carnal knowledge of the princess. For a long time it remained a mystery how the conception had taken place. It wasn't until prince Guyke (as the boy child was named) was in his eleventh year that the full sordid story was revealed by an anonymous blogger.

It seems that Fat Martha had come upon Ars while he was resting in a glen in the forest. She had drugged him and then had her way with his beautiful and strong body - or rather had taken full advantage of his unconscious but accommodating body.

The whole kingdom celebrates that the lairds beloved stepson and the heir to the throne of Southern Charm Guyke Lundquist is another year older in his first life, but still none the wiser and as lovable and charming as ever before!
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Happy Zesentwintig Weer again my sweet Guykechen. I love you to bits, my darling!

Second Pride Hugs - Day 8 (Updated)

Yeah I know, this time it's only my family and a friend, but I had a rough day yesterday.

And if anyone should want to bitch about my Tomais making a second appearance in the Hug-fest, let me inform you that it is my blog and I make the rules. Tomais is back again because I can, because I want him to be and because there is nothing in my rules against it and never will be! ¿Comprende?

Garrett Smith-Lundquist

Guyke Lundquist-Smith

Boris Twist

Tomais Ashdene

UPDATE

As I just found a hug from Day 6 that I had previously had misplaced in my photo album I am adding it to this post.

Weylin Vale