Dear Bock: Love, Lust & Death?

Dear Bock,

It has come to my attention through posts made by "Sticky House Husband Brad" and your lovely reply, that you are a guru of the utmost guruness in matters of the heart.

I believe that I suffer from a lack of heart. You see, several of my potential husbands complied with my request to hold our wedding ceremonies directly beside a cemetery. Contrary to their hopes for a adventurous and sexually exciting evening, I ended their lives and conveniently buried them in the freshly dug graves. While those cemeteries were gorgeous, even in one instance fabulous, I believe my indifference and lack of heart brought me to seeking out body drops more for convenience than love for my potential husbands. Unlike the Grinch of Whoville, my heart does not grow 3 sizes bigger each time I look in their eyes, in fact, I'd wager it shrinks even smaller.

How can I grow my heart big enough so that when my next soon to be dead husband says "I do" I can look into his eyes while smiling because I will bury his body not out of convenience or indifference but because I will bury his body in a site befitting the beauty of his mind, body, and spirit?

Sincerely,
A heart aching to grow

Dear Ahatg,

You are one lucky devil because when I started this column I promised I myself that I would take every request at face value, so I must now accept your request for advice is sincere. Besides, my Editor-in-Chief vehemently insists that I must respond.

One possible way for you to "grow your heart" is to try and let all your unfortunate next husband(s) live for six months after the wedding(s) to give you time to move your deadly interest onto another potential husband. Another way would be to turn to the nearest police office and give them a full and unmitigated account of your doings, preferably also handing over the mementos you have stashed somewhere for your enjoyment and revelling.

However, which is obvious even for an untrained eye, you are most likely a sociopathic serial killer and sex murderer. Although I must commend you for wishing for a bigger heart, there is little or no likelihood of success.

Bock McMillan is a blogger, not a relationship expert, his weekly column "Dear Bock" should therefore merely be considered as his point of view on relationship matters. If you wish to get his reaction to a relationship question you have, you are welcome to send an email to lundamats@gmail.com. Remember to write "Dear Bock" in the subject line.

Dear Bock: Bodily Fluids?

Dear Bock,

I hear you are the relationship expert. My husband "Fredericko" (I changed the names to protect the innocent, or to not have him find out) has some peculiar interests in the boudoir. He likes me to be sticky and will not offer a warm moist washcloth after love making nor will he allow me to shower. Should I be concerned? Is this the beginning of some kinky sex play that I should run away from? Please help.

Sincerely,
Sticky House Husband Brad

Dear Brad,

Ahhh the eternal question about bodily fluids and their permissibility or not in sexual relations. 

Body fluids are liquids secreted or excreted from our living bodies (among others breast milk, blood, feces, pus, saliva, semen, smegma, sweat, tears, urine, vaginal secretions and vomit etc). All body fluids can carry STDs, so should not be entertained with someone whose serostatus is unknown. 

I always say, if both participants are consenting adults who want it or are OK with it, just go for it. If one wants it and the other doesn't, you have a problem that needs to be communicated and solved. 

No one should suffer during sexual activities or be forced to do something they do not want, it should all be about fun, enjoyment and - for most of us - expressing your love or warm delightful feelings. 

If your lover likes you "sticky" after your lovemaking while you find it absolutely abhorrent, try talking about it and negotiate it to something that is acceptable for both of you. A good start could be if you agreed to try lying on your back and thinking of the Empire for 5-10 minutes before rushing to the showers the next 3-5 times you have sex. Then again, if it is something absolutely unthinkable for you, a determined "No!" should suffice and no trials are needed.

If that works out for the two of you, then consider gradually increasing the time. If you still find it totally unacceptable, then you need to drop that activity and find other venues. The landscape of sexual activities is a wonderfully abundant smorgasbord to pick and choose from, there will be things you both will enjoy.

ADDENDUM & EDIT: Initially I had written a summary here of my own personal likes and dislikes concerning the listed body fluids, which I have on later revision decided to remove as it could be perceived as judgemental.

Suffice it to say, if I had a lover who wanted to run to the shower immediately after orgasm, I would most definitely be bothered, disturbed and insulted. But that's just my personal tastes...

Bock McMillan is a blogger, not a relationship expert, his weekly column "Dear Bock" should therefore merely be considered as his point-of-view on relationship matters. If you wish to get his reaction to a relationship question you have, you are welcome to send an email to lundamats@gmail.com. Remember to write "Dear Bock" in the subject line.

#Bock3000DaysInSL

There is reason to celebrate today, because it's my 3,000th day in SecondLife!

Bock on May 12, 2007, dancing alone at Bad Boy's Plaza

Who would've thought that fateful Monday more than eight years ago that I would still be here so very many years later?

I came out of inquisitiveness, only intending to check out what all the rave was about and why Sweden was opening it's first virtual embassy here. I spent my first weeks on Arrival Island, or whatever the place was called, trying to get my ugly noob avatar to look better so that I was fit to be seen. I'm gay after all, you have to at least try to look your best at any given moment...

As this was back in the day before Linden Lab provided us with the beautiful starter avatars and I lacked the necessary talent I finally gave up and ventured out into the world.

The first thing I looked for when I decided to venture away from Arrival Island, was anything related to Sweden, the second thing was anything to do with sex, preferably the gay variety. The Swedes ignored me completely, while the gays used me for mutual sexual gratification. Within an hour of leaving Arrival Island I was equipped with 10-15 dicks of various sorts, one of which took me far into the skies when I attached it.

After having used SecondLife for quick satisfaction and pixel-sex for a month or so I actually started talking to people before, during and/or after the quickies. My visits started to get longer and I started to make acquaintances, well more like fuck buddies but anyway...

Someone took pity on me and showed me where and how I could get my avatar to look better and where I could meet people for more than sex. I was introduced to Boots Gay Beach and the Devil Inside club (the "only" gay club to be for a while before it was destroyed by drama). I met good people, kind people and of course my share of assholes. I fell in love with Ars, we moved in together and built a life and family together at Southern Charm. Ars died and I seriously considered dropping out of SL, but then there was Southern Charm. I just couldn't leave it, everything there was a reminder of him and I did not want to lose it.

A little before Ars passed away I had reached out to the Swedish community again, with better luck this time. My countrymen and my SecondLife family were extremely supportive throughout my whole grieving process and involved me with community events, with parties and with people etc, etc. And my saga continues from there with a new love, new friends and new involvements and obligations.

So I came to SecondLife out of curiosity, I returned for the sex and continued for the the people, all the wonderful people I have met here.

All in all, it has been an amazing experience and I don't regret it for a second. I now know I'm going to stay here until Linden Lab pulls the plug in San Francisco, hopefully with a new and improved world waiting for me, my love, my family and my friends.

Happy #Bock3000DaysInSL to you all - and may we have many, many more!

Like Moths To A Flame

I don't consider myself to be that much to look at in my first life, but recent incidents on my daily train travels between my work and home seem to indicate that I now have suddenly become attractive to certain sections of the gay or bisexual male population who are roughly half my age.

A beautiful Cecropia Moth

Twice in the last two weeks I have been hit upon by quite handsome and much younger men. I think they must have a weird kink for middle-age men and I certainly don't feel particularly tempted to engage.

The incidents remind me of something my best friend, a straight man, told me recently about an encounter he had with a woman half his age.

My friend has always been popular among the ladies for his good looks and charming ways. He is single at the moment and was out on the town where he happened to meet a young woman in a bar. She supposedly hit on him really hard so after a few drinks and some talk they went back to my friends place for some heterosexual fornication.

All went exceedingly well at first up until the woman suddenly started telling him "F*ck me, you dirty old bastard!" and other things referring to his much older age. He confessed that he was so badly shocked by the verbal abuse that he completely lost the ability to continue performing.

Even though I may have reached an age that fulfills some younger men's kinky desires, I know I would not like to perceive myself - or being perceived by others, let alone someone I am having sex with - as a dirty or old man.  I don't think I will give in to their alluring charm, at least not without careful consideration. Besides, I have always been more attracted to men who are roughly the same age as I am.

Badass Performance Art

A 26 y.o. Russian-born performance artist, Mischa Badasyan, has announced his latest project, which is named "Save the date".

In this art project the Mischa will attempt to have sex with a different man every day for a year, starting in September. According to what the artist has told Arts.Mic, the goal of the project is to "explore the link between loneliness and casual sex", believe it or not.

To facilitate finding the 365 men he needs Mischa, who currently resides in Berlin, Germany, has downloaded the meet-up apps Grindr and Scruff, but also intends to use more traditional ways to pick up guys.

If you should wish to assist Mischa in his project and schedule a session, you can contact Mischa via email erde88@gmail.com or through F*c*book Mischa Badasyan on F*c*book

"Art is not a crime" the graffiti says. The picture is from
another of Mischa's performance projects named "Adbusters"

Now here is a challenge for our SecondLife performance artist SaveMe Oh to tackle. What on earth can she come up with to outdo this badass (Yes, this is a play on Mischa's extremely suitable surname) performance , I wonder... 

Memories of Bygone Days

In preparation for the upcoming week long celebration of the life and times of Marcus Steeplechase, who recently passed away, old treasures have been unearthed and again see the light of day. The old Ironworks Club is being erected again at this location and friends of mine have already visited.

When I logged into my Facebook-account today I was first struck by the amount of pictures my name had been tagged in, but soon realized why. A display from 2007 has been found in Marcus' Inventory showing frequent visitors to the club or maybe it was participants in a photo contest? I cannot remember anymore. 

Among those shown in the display is the 6-8 months old me (third row from top, seventh from the left in the top picture). I still remember the hair and skin I am in very well, they were among the very first things I ever bought in SecondLife. To my left you see my then friend Drizz and fifth to my right is my brother in-law Dej. The whole display is full of familiar names, some of whom are still with us to this day.

A few months in SecondLife had finally made it clear to me that camping was not a worthwhile way to earn the money I needed. After having briefly considered the sex-trade I shrugged it off and decided to plug in my credit card instead, promising myself dearly that I would never ever spend more than  L$5,000 a month. Ah, the sweet innocence of youth...

In the beginning I did not at all want to look one bit like a Swede, but instead chose dark brown hairs and skins with California suntans (I seem to remember that this particular skin was named Hermes, but I am not sure.).

It wasn't until later, during my first year with Ars, that my appearance started to revert more to my first life looks with blond hair and lighter skin tones, because I realised I felt more comfortable that way. Of course the fact that blond hair finally stopped being a strange yellowish may have helped.

Relaxing

Early evening yesterday I had some time to myself, it was great! And when I found this animation on one of my new couches it felt even better. After having watched myself relaxing in-world for a few minutes I could start feeling that my first life body was starting to relieve itself of some of the tension that had been building up during the week.

Overall I feel better at the moment than I have felt for more than 3,5 years. Everything is hunky dory, except that I have come to the conclusion that I am in fact scared of sex for some reason. I am not certain what about it that scares me really, its not like I haven't done it before. 

Daily Affirmation

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There, I think it actually helped, I am not thinking about sex any longer! DAMN, here I go again...

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The picture is quoted from my buddy Torro Spyker's blog The Bullring. Torro's sense for masculine beauty is  almost immaculate! (Which of course is a way of saying that it agrees with my taste in about 97,6843% of his choices.)

Countdown for Kro - 5

Kro's absence is taking it's toll on Dej. The man is slowly falling apart and incessantly talks about how much he misses his lover. It is lucky for him that I am known to be the most patient man in SecondLife. Everyone keeps telling me so and I - of course - know it to be true.

I have tried to help as best I can. With my sickeningly long experience of celibacy I am somewhat of an expert. But does the man appreciate it and listen to my sage advice, about just blocking it out and taking cold showers regularly?

No! Instead he tells me, "I love you Bock, but I love Kro more!" Can you believe it? Well I was not having that so I retorted, "Well Dej, you should know that I love you too, but I also love Kro more!" Thats when he called me "bitch" and I called him "bastard" and then we both laughed.

But really, the way Dej goes on harping about Kro is slowly driving me insane, by reminding me of the existence of sex. If Kro doesn't come back soon Dej will not die of sexual frustration or a pining heart, but with a knife stuck into his back to the hilt. Luckily I will only have to endure this for less than a week now, only five (5) more days of this misery. If I clench my fists and breathe deeply and cool down with regular icy cold showers I should be able to make it, perhaps...

Kitchens & Bathrooms in SecondLife

Ever since I arrived in SecondLife I have been wondering about all the kitchens and bathrooms we see in-world, when we never really use them for much. Obviously we do not eat, drink, wash, crap or pee in our virtual homes, so why do we let these useless rooms take up space and prims to the extent that we do?

I was reminded about my early fascination on this subject, when I saw my son in-law and friend Ziggy's beautiful picture. The only valid excuses for having bathrooms that I can think of are the many wonderful "sex-in-the-shower/bathtub" animation scenes I have seen.

Photography by Ziggy Starsmith
Quoted from Ziggy and Guyke On The Edge Of Second Life

But what about the kitchens? As far as I can recall I have not seen any sex-animation scenes centered around that particular space in our SecondLife homes.

Considering the many wonderful moments I have spent in the kitchen in first life getting slammed against the kitchen cabinets, thrown on to or over a kitchen table, a sink or a kitchen counter or even rolling around the floor, it is rather amazing that it has not been resulted in any sex-animations. Surely I cannot be alone with these sweet memories, can I?

My old buddy Kip Ashbourne and his husband Chaz Longstaff over at Blue Balls Animations really should start working on this pretty darn soon, in my opinion they could make a fortune or two by catering to this forgotten room. But then again, it may just be that I haven't done a proper market research. There may very well be sex- animations for this room, I just haven't come across them yet.

"Gone Fishing"

Today at 4 pm I started my glorious three week vacations, but this year I have a hectic program lined up in both my lives.

First Life

1. Monday June 17, 2013, 10.30 AM local time - Eye-examination and possible laser surgery
2. Wednesday June/19, 2013, 1.30 PM local time - Doctors appointment for check up on my blood sugar and to get a referral to a dietitian.
3. "Rehabilitation program" to change my first life back to what it was and become a healthier, fitter, slimmer and more "old myself". Eat better! Sleep better! Exercize more! Socialize more! In short get back a first life worth calling "a life"!
4. Take care off and see more of my first life parents and hopefully friends also
5. Have sex...maybe, hopefully, perhaps...
6. ...and relax and have a lot of fun...

SecondLife

1. Second Pride Festival celebrations 
2. SL10B - the celebration of  SecondLife's tenth birthday
3. Take care of my SecondLife family and friends
4. ...and relax and have a lot of fun...

How Could I Forget?

A few months before I rezzed into SecondLife in March of 2007 I had broken off a three year long affair with a married man in first life.

I have never seen it as my responsibility to decide or influence how other people lead their lives or how they handle their other relationships, neither do I wish to pass any moral judgement on their attitude towards extramarital affairs. The only person whos actions I can judge and wish to influence are my own. In my own relationships I have not accepted anything except total commitment, trust and loyalty. Infidelity is never an option.

The first life affair left me totally drained of all self-respect and confidence in myself. Of course I accept that a person who is involved with someone and/or has a family must give them the highest priority, that goes without saying. However, even with that knowledge it doesn't mean that I must be the one they have their fling with.

It took a lot of time and effort on Ars' part to rebuild me from what I had become during that affair. I cannot understand how I suddenly forgot the lesson learned and was prepared to throw it all away just because of my sexual desperation.

Today I sent a message to the man I have been chatting and planning a date with on a Swedish cruising site, that I am no longer interested in meeting him for a sexual encounter but that I would like to continue our friendship.

"You Are A Slut, Bock!"

Today has been sort of a weird day. The first thing I noticed was that I had a cold again and - as always when I have a cold - I had a really nasty cough too.

People sometimes get scared and think I am about to die when they hear me cough, if they haven't heard me coughing before. My coughs come in attacks, are really, really loud and sort of come from the belly up. They sound as if my body is trying to push my lungs out through my mouth.

To alleviate the coughing I took some of my preferred cough syrup, Cocillana-Etyfin. It's an antitussive drug I get prescribed by my sweet Hungarian doctor, The main ingredient in it is ethylmorphine but it also contains other antitussives such as Cocilana extract and Senega extract. The problem is that I probably overdosed the medication a bit today, which is always risky because most of them contain narcotics of some kind and you end up with a high.

A short sidetrack. I formerly used a medication named Lepheton, which combines both ethyl-morphine and ephedrine. If I took the recommended dosage I ended up with the worst nightmares I have ever encountered or the most vivid and wonderful sex dreams  The nightmares were so bad though that I eventually decide to switch to another medication as I could never know or control what kind of dream I would get.

My overdose today made me lightheaded , scatterbrained, unfocused  and totally obsessed with sex. Luckily my stepson Guyke was close at hand so I only talked to him about what was on my unfocused mind, although some of it may have slipped into local chat from time to time in a cloaked way. Guyke wisely enough just laughed at me.

All through the opening of Eddi Haskell's latest exhibition I was discussing sex and my preferences in certain aspects with my SecondLife son, while trying to be charming to the other guests while ogling the beautiful men at the party. I remember thinking to myself at one point, "You are a slut, Bock!", but it did not help me or stop me from going on ranting into poor Guyke's ears.

I am hoping the young man is not scared for life.

Samesies

(via J.M.G. +Joe Jervis)

I agree wholeheartedly with the speaker and am also "starting tomorrow", but tomorrow never seems to come...

Like Riding A Bicycle

Just a picture of a hot guy I once found on Torro Spyker's blog The Bullring

It is often said that sex is like riding a bicycle, that once you have learned the skill it is never forgotten.

I don't believe in that wisdom any more. The more I think about it, the more nervous I become. And - to be quite honest - I have started thinking about it a lot lately.

I of course remember the basics of bicycling. There is a handlebar that you steer with, two wheels (usually), a saddle, two pedals and a bell. You have to get your body on to the saddle and start moving the pedals to move ahead while keeping your balance. The momentum has to be enough not to keel over.

It's a bit more difficult with sex, because then you are dealing with a person and not an object. It is all about the interaction and not so much what to do but when it is the right moment for both of you to do it, what ever "it" happens to be, whether it is kissing, hugging, licking etc.

When I was around thirty years old I willed myself into celibacy for a whole year. The reason for this was that I felt I had wasted myself on too many meaningless and boring one night stands. I felt sordid and seedy and had lost all respect for myself and my body.

I made it through the year, even if it was a struggle. Sometimes - especially during the weekends - I would rub myself so raw and chafed that I could hardly walk normally from the pain. When the year had ended it was a great relief although it took me about two weeks to get my act together again.

This time we are talking about over three years of celibacy. I joke about it sometimes, but in many ways it is as if my virginity actually had grown back and I seem to have lost all my former confidence.

Whaddya Think?

Interesting question huh?

Tell us what you think by answering the weekly poll in the top right hand corner of Eddi Haskell´s Second Life!

Memory Failure

This snapshot was secretly taken on October 30 2007, but I didn't get it from the photographer until my brief visit inworld yesterday.

I am the brunette with the deep California sun tan. Those of you with good powers of observation will recognize the pride leather bracelet on my left wrist. It was made by Wesley Spengler, the DJ, and it was one of the first things I bought after I had plugged in my credit card to SecondLife.

The blond man is the photographer (who´s name I will withhold) is still a good friend. The reason he gave me the picture was that I actually denied ever having sex with him. In my memory, we had just gone through the preliminary motions before we were interrupted by his roommate arriving to the house they shared.

I have always known that my memory is capricious, but it seems it is even more erratic than I thought. How can I actually have had sex with someone, still have them as friends five years later and totally forget we ever f***ed?

Even with the photographic evidence presented I cannot recall the occasion although I do remember how my friend looked at the time and even the deck we are on.

When the picture was taken I had already been stalking Ars around during his sets at the gay clubs, but I thought that he did not notice me at all. Not long afterwards I would learn that he actually had seen me and liked me. Less than a month later we became a couple. 

Sex

I just read an excellent post by Torro Spyker on his blog The Bullring. The post "Talking Dirty" is about sex in SecondLife.

The subject of sex in SecondLife is rarely discussed among residents, at least to my knowledge. I am happy that Torro broke that taboo with his post today.

Having sex in SecondLife is mostly about sight and sound - and pushing those damned buttons. For someone like myself who also depends on touch, smell and taste to enjoy sex the experience is rather limited and usually not that thrilling. Except if the person I am having phone-, voice- or chat sex with can get my imagination racing with his words, images and the sound of his voice.

I always used to say that "my most erogenous zone is my mind, stimulate it and watch what happens...". And that has been the truth, but the problem for me has been that without the missing ingredients it becomes more difficult. Ars had a wonderful, sultry and sexy voice and was good with words, but still I think I may have been a disappointment to him in this area because I did not always get triggered.

When I was reading Torro´s post I realized that I haven´t had sex with another person in real life or SecondLife the last 16 months. To be quite honest I haven´t had much sex with myself either during that period. This insight really scares me. I am only 41 years old and cannot imagine myself doing without for the rest of my life.

Another thing that has worried me lately, since I started flirting again a few months ago, is that I will get a reputation of being a "cockteaser", because I actually do not have any will or intention at the moment to follow up on my flirting. I guess I should just tone it down several notches...

I ask your pardon for this unstructured post, I just had to get it out to start my thought process.

Better Than Sex?

This is a blog response to Vanadis Falconer´s post "Låt oss tala om sex!" (Let´s talk about sex!) where she discusses the morals that seem to guide SecondLife, Iphone, Blogger etc., and the morality clauses that all these services carry with them. The fear of nudity, the fear to discuss anything sexual in an open and outright why is crippling.

At the end of her post Vanadis makes the parallel - that comes naturally for many of us Swedes - between the need for sex and talking about it as much as we need the traditional Swedish crisp bread called "knäckebröd".

Remembering my childhood years in Pakistan, where one of the true highlights and big thrills was the arrival every six months or so of the "package from home". That package was an enormous crate (2 x 2 x 4 meters) filled with all kinds of goddies for the Scandinavian community.

It always contained such delicacies as enormous amounts of knäckebröd, several 20 kilogram containers of  lingonberries, several 20 kilogram containers of pickled cucumbers and all other food that we Swedes in the diaspora yearned for.

I totally agree with Vanadis, really it is as important to talk about sex with an open mind as to enjoy eating knäckebröd. Hell for the time being I am totally relying on knäckebröd alone and it keeps me sane!

Well if you ever need an excuse...

This is a personal message to my son Guyke, who is in Finland right now: I hope you see lots of rainbows!

1. Sex is a beauty treatment. Scientific tests find that when women make love they produce amounts of the hormone oestrogen, which makes hair shine and skin smooth.

2. Gentle, relaxed lovemaking reduces your chances of suffering dermatitis, skin rashes and blemishes. The sweat produced cleanses the pores and makes your skin glow.

3. Lovemaking can burn up those calories you piled on during that romantic dinner. 

4. Sex is one of the safest sports you can take up. It stretches and tones up just about every muscle in the body. It's more enjoyable than swimming 20 laps, and you don't need special sneakers! 

5. Sex is an instant cure for mild depression. It releases endorphins into the bloodstream, producing a sense of euphoria and leaving you with a feeling of well-being. 

6. The more sex you have, the more you will be offered. The sexually active body gives off greater quantities of chemicals called pheromones. These subtle sex perfumes drive the opposite sex crazy!

7. Sex is the safest tranquilliser in the world. It is 10 more times effective than Valium.

8. Kissing each day will keep the dentist away. Kissing encourages saliva to wash food from the teeth and lowers the level of the acid that causes decay, preventing plaque build-up.

9. Sex actually relieves headaches. A lovemaking session can release the tension that restricts blood vessels in the brain. 

10. A lot of lovemaking can unblock a stuffy nose. Sex is a natural antihistamine. It can help combat asthma and hay fever.