Angels in Our Lives

I believe in angels! No, no, I have neither become a born again Christian that suddenly found religion, nor have I gone off on a New Age trip, but I truly believe that angels walk among us. Angels of flesh and blood and pixels, true humans who with kind love and glowing fervor affect us in a profound way when they touch our lives.

These angels show us love and by doing so teach us to love ourselves and each other. They bring us together and let us work for common goals for the benefit of our communities. With gentle persuasion and kindness they bring out the best in us, even when we did not know we had it in us.

While they still live and move among us we call them lovers, friends and acquaintances, not until they have passed do we recognize them for what they truly were. Their human fallibilities and shortcomings are in retrospect so greatly outshone by the good they have done that we feel grateful that our lives have been touched by them, however briefly.

Fabrice Snook

One of these angels was Fabrice Snook.

Yesterday I had the joy and honor to participate in the Gay Archipelago´s commemoration of Fabrice´s life at Chilipepper. The event took place on the day a year after he had passed away (although we in SecondLife did not get the news until several weeks later). A year is understandably too short a time to heal for those who have been closest to an angel, but I believe that the rest of us can - and indeed should - remember the angels, preferably together with others who have been touched by them.

It was a wonderful event that started off with a great concert with AM Quar. After that there was an unveiling of a statue of Fabrice and then a dance with the DJ-duo Sasch and Sascha (Petrov and Laval, respectively, or perhaps the other way around I get confused).

Thank you Fabrice for touching my life, I will always remember your kindness.

Do You Speak Draconian?

I have been thinking about my post "Whats in A Name?"

I feel that perhaps it could be read sort of like a gay anthem, "I am what I am and what I am needs no excuses" and some people may have gotten the impression that I am completely against role playing as a concept for everyone. Well, I am not!

Role playing doesn't suit me, with my limited imagination and needs, but I totally respect and accept that others are more evolved, have other needs and are more imaginative in unfolding their inner spirits.

The BDSM-scene in SecondLife is huge I am told, but to me it holds no allure. Pain or even the thought of causing or enduring it - aside from more or less gentle nibbling - is a complete turnoff for me. That being said does however not mean that I cannot understand why others can and do find it enticing. One of the most prominent Swedes on the SecondLife BDSM scene, Stoltz Sinatra, appeared in a Swedish television program last week. He was a perfectly charming man who spoke about his interest for electro-sex with passion and humor.

Other common forms of role playing in SecondLife involve fairies (the kind with pointed ears and butterfly wings, not the LGBT ones), vampires, furries, angels and even dragons. I must admit an almost total lack of knowledge as to what these groups are up to, except for the fact that fairies are great builders

As far as I know I am friends with two vampires (Yannis and his wife Orchid), a tomcat (sirhc, although I am not sure he qualifies as a furry) and a dragon.

The dragon I am acquainted with is Irwin Blachere, who is one of the friendliest and most mild mannered souls in SecondLife - or even outside of it. We have been talking for a few years now, mostly in group chat about anything between heaven and earth but sometimes in IM about personal experiences.

Strangely enough it wasn't until today when I roamed the Internet looking for pictures of hir that I realized that Irwin is a wellknown persona, who even has hir own article on WikiFur: Irwin (of the Blackheart Ridge).

Actually before reading the article I didn't even know that dragons were a species of furries, I always thought they were reptilian. (I did not find a good picture of Irwin on the Internet, so I had to go through my own archives until i found the one I am using here.)

Bock McMillan breathes: Oh in conclusion, dragons do not speak, they use telepathy!