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"Coming together is just the beginning..." by Tessa Auguscik

If you wish to see more of Tessa's photography, please visit her Flickr photostream here.

At the Zeus Fish Market

Michelangelo Vilota, the owner of Zeus Gay Club, and Fran Ghoststar, builder the of the new and improved Zeus, have been hard at work with the revamping of the sim. Their hard work is starting to pay off and it is really coming along nicely.

Can We?

"I pledge to create a short film titled 'Going Home', in which we visualize a utopia for women, where, unlike today, mistrust and fear don’t dictate actions and decisions,” says director Vikas Bahl.

"This video shows a utopia where a woman can do what she did with no problem, a place where men are always helpful and polite, and a woman is always safe. It does a good job of showing why women feel scared even when guys are trying to be helpful. Not all men are like the men in the video, and women know that, but a woman doesn't know a man's intentions when she first encounters them.

If you watched this video and kept thinking, "Why is she talking to them!? Why didn't she just call her mom!? Why did she let them give her a ride!?!?" the way you're feeling is how victim-blaming happens. She had no choice, really, but to accept help from these men. And if they hadn't been helpful, it would not have been her fault. Remember that."

Initiation Ceremony

Here you see the first two dancers in the midst of the initiation rites that were performed at new and improved Zeus Gay Club today.

The Demolition Crew

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

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"Story Dynamics" by Apollo Scribe

If you wish to see more of Apollo's photography, please visit his Flickr photostream here.

A Linguistic Mishap

This is a difficult confession, as I have always prided myself of my command of the English language, so I will use my alter-ego when sharing this glimpse into my life with you.

The laird. Photography by J.J. Goodman

The Much Honored Bock McMillan, laird of Southern Charm, prince of Cascade Falls, Sovereign Ruler of the Commonwealth of Southern Enchantment Region and Outer Territories and finally UN appointed Protector of the Solace Island and Mount Whitney sims in SecondLife, was laying in bed with his beloved consort Tomais a few nights ago. (The Solace Island sim no longer enjoys the protection of the laird.)

Earlier the same day the laird had been cleaning out his Inventory and reduced it from 30,430 items to 25,643 by deleting a whole lot of system clothing (except a few who had sentimental value to him). He was pleased with his accomplishment and was now thinking of the next step to take after he had culled his objects folder, his textures folder, his snapshots folder, his note cards folder and his landmarks folder. (Although he himself emphatically maintains otherwise, he really isn't the most patient man in SecondLife, as you can establish from his skipping the arduous work still remaining with the aforementioned folders.)

The laird had, ever since he heard of his consorts neat and well-organized Inventory, wanted to learn how to organize his own Inventory in a similar way so that he would be better able to find what he was looking for and no longer having to rely on dumb luck or that he remembered the correct name of an item. Even though the laird himself is not a pedantic man by nature, he (most likely through his upbringing and his meticulous parents) has always held a deep and lasting admiration for well-organized people, although he tries to hide that fact and talks rather disdainfully about it. He was therefor very eager to learn from his lover how to organize his Inventory better.

But I am procrastinating, onward with this gory confession.

The laird and his consort. Photography by J.J. Goodman

With those thoughts in his mind, the laird turned to his consort and said - in his usual rather bossy way, "Next weekend you really must show me your anal content..."

The laird was not at all prepared for the rumbustious and boisterous laughter that erupted from his lover before he could complete his sentence. He was rather taken aback and wondered what had happened until his lover, still laughing loudly and heavily. managed to squeeze in a coherent sentence, "You want me to show you my shit?"

At which point the laird blushed (which he rarely does) and started stammering that that was indeed not the request he wished to express at all.

After my lover had calmed down, he related a story about his mother who committed a similar faux-pas at a social gathering and very kindly pointed out that such unfortunate occurrences do happen and although embarrassing are never fatal. A while later, once the laird had collected himself, they could both laugh at it.