Special Treatment

By some Freudian slip a certain part of yesterday had completely slipped my mind until I just received these pictures from Iendi Laville in my email.

I made a donation to Second Pride 2012 at the fundraiser yesterday. Helyo Mendes,  owner of Le 5eme élément, told me that such a donation had to earn me "a special treatment". 

So here are the pictures of the lap dance i got from dear Helyo, I am sure we would still be doing it if I had not told him I would make another donation of the same size if he let me go!

It was really fun but the lag did something to my camera and I couldn't take pictures myself. "Luckily" Iendi was there and extremely willing to document the event for "historical purposes". Iendi tells me I looked really scared, but of course I wasn't! I have had sexy men climbing all over me and rubbing their hot bodies against me frequently.

Bock Comes Home

Oh what an evening! I started my reentry much later than originally scheduled due to an unexpected maintenance nap that lasted longer than planned and left me dazed and believing I am going mad. (And I can already hear the snickering "Did he write ´going mad´, that dude has been mad as a blind hatter for years!") Anyhow, I may tell you about that in a post sometime.

The evening started with my friend Kahvy Sands reminding me that I had been invited to a ballroom dance that evening, and was late.

I felt like young Anton Hysén floating all over the floor like I had never done anything else. It was of course my dance partner Ms Jayde who made me look good, with some help from the Intan dance ball.

After the ballroom dancing I had a quick smoke and then a change of clothes to get my little ass over to the fundraiser for Second Pride 2012 at the French Le 5eme Élément Club.

The club is owned and operated by my old friend Helyo Mendes (we met at Second Pride 2008) and his business partner Lilou.

I was joined at the club by my wife-for-a-day Iendi Laville. We danced and chatted away in broken French and English to the great Techno Trance music of the cute and awesome DJ TITAZ. And you are correct, TITAZ is a bit blurry. We could not find anyone who could help translate the term "rebake" to French.

DJ TITAZ

Iendi

Iendi left me at a late/early hour but I was still not finished, so when I saw the notice from Kharissa Indigo that Wesley Spengler was having a set coming up at The Tribute I went there to round off my evening.

The room was packed with hunky and funny men chatting away like crazy in local, Wes and Khar are good at keeping the chat going in local and all the old-timers and the newcomers fall in.

Khar and Larz Kaz

 I had a wonderful time all evening, and it felt like coming home again.

Bock as a Noob

Well today my inventory reached 20 000 items and I realized it was time to start a new cleaning up project. But then I got stuck when I found this picture of myself that I took on May 12th, 2007.

I was two months and a day old in SecondLife that day.

In those days we were all born ugly, with hideous hair and a very limited wardrobe. Not at all like the noobs of today, who are only half-ugly, have almost acceptable hair and a few different wardrobes to choose from.

The first thing I changed about myself at Welcome Island (I think it was called that, but it could have been Arrival Island.) was to take away the awful hair we were all born with. I put the "News boys cap" on my bald head instead. (I searched my inventory for the cap today, but it´s no longer there.)

It really took me a long time to find hair, because I did not stay inworld that much in the beginning. After I found Boots Gay Beach and the helpful and friendly guys there, things started to change little by little.

It was at Boots also that I met the man who first showed me where I could buy decent hair. The same guy told me, after having known me for about a week, that he loved me and would like me to become his slave boy, but then I would need to make myself shorter and more slender. I told him to bugger off because I liked my shape fine and did not have the inclination to be his or anyone else´s slave.

The next picture is me (to the left) dancing on a float during Second Pride ´08 together with my green haired acquaintance Helyo Mendes. Helyo was working security at Pride at that time. I saw Helyo again a few weeks ago, he still looks great (but now without the green hair).


At that time my Ars and I were a couple for more than six months. We also lived together on our first two parcels of land on the Southern Charm sim.

The last picture is of my Ars. I took it at the Memorial Candle site of Second Pride ´08. We went there together to light candles in remembrance for the friends and family we had lost. It was a touching and solemn place. We were completely surrounded by candles in there and all the candles had names and greetings attached (which cannot be seen in the picture).

Ars never, ever, asked me to change anything about myself and he loved me through all my changes.

P.S. Now I am waiting to see what the other bloggers looked like when they were born!