Wherein this avatar's fates, adventures and experiences in, his thoughts and feelings about and his reactions to his first and second life are depicted with written messages, images and other audiovisual tools.
I am Bock in SecondLife and Bock is I in first life. We share thoughts, opinions, feelings, actions and reactions. We are one and the same and inseparable. On this blog I choose to share both my realities.
This is Laith Ashley. He is a damn hot man but he is also transgender.
Laith's assigned sex at birth was "female". Today he identifies as "male".
This is the hot and sexy hunk that some people in the U.S. believe should be forced to visit the ladies restroom, i.e. the same restroom as their mothers, wives, sisters, daughters and granddaughters.
Can you imagine the reactions it would cause if Laith used the women's restroom? Among the women inside and their men guarding them from outside?
Today I am sharing my talented brother JJ's photos from the highly successful Benefit for Bri at the Starlight Ballroom yesterday. The reason for this is that "grey people" kept messing up my own pictures, and JJ's are much better anyway.
Kahvy was the master of ceremonies for the full four hours the event lasted, sometimes DJ-ing but always telling us what dances to perform to the music that was played.
Live entertainment was provided by singers Samm Quendra and Reallymad Morpork. They were both in excellent form.
My son Pook and his man Knox
The lady of the day, Ms Bri Franklin
in the avatar of Kerowyn Kirke
Her Irrelevant UnGodliness of Troublesome Pwincess of Glorious Uncle Huggings, a.k.a Pienikins
Butch, he cleans up nicely huh?
Kharissa and the event DJ and ballroom master of ceremonies Kahvy
Leonard, shows us the moves a la mode
The always elegant PuPicita
Samm at the microphone
Garrett - looking a bit tired with hurricanes and all going on...
My Tomais dancing with some guy in a kilt
The stunning couple Richard & Steven
My BIL Michi & his Tien
My wonderful brother JJ & his Aeon
RickJ, the organizer of the event, and Bri
Study of Samm, relaxing after her set
Proud dad Tomais and the lovely Bri
Helene & her stunning man Dozer
Sexy SL-artist Madonna a.k.a. Sascha
The stunning Theron
Reallymad
Sweet Cayson & Scio
For more pictures from this event, please visit JJ's album on Facebook Benefit for Bri
Please note, This event continues until May 31st, 2016, so you can still go to The Starlight Ballroom (SLurl) to support Bri either by donations or by purchasing some - or all - the generously donated creations.
Saturday May 21st, 2016, is the date of the Starlight Ballroom's "Benefit for Bri".
The gala features performances by two live artists, Samm Quendra and Reallymad Morpork and a helluva lot of ballroom dancing and shopping opportunities.
My royal consort Tomais and I were honored by a surprise visit today by His Irreverent Unholiness Butch Diavolo-Gracemount, the pope of Southern Charm.
The pope dropped in for some coffee, croissants, muffins and conversation about involuntary euthanasia with regards to Bashar Al Assad and Donald J Trump, our worries concerning the upcoming presidential election in the USA and Egyptian airplanes missing over the Mediterranean.
Norway and Norwegians are undoubtedly the country and the people we Swedes love most in the world, feel closest to and love to joke with and about the most. It's a pity that Norwegians don't appreciate us Swedes as much we do them, but then love isn't always mutual, is it?
As has become my tradition on this blog I give you the most loving joke with Norway and Norwegians ever produced with this classic clip from Swedish television in the early 1960's, "The Helmer Bryds Eminent Five Quartet" with their protest song "Norway".
"Norway" - the protest song
(translated from Swedish by Bock McMillan)
"It is said that one should not gene-ra-li-ze, and say for example that "Germany is not good" One really shouldn't generally do that, I don't think, but this doesn't apply to the country where Norwegians live. Norway, Norway,it is a rotten country. Norwegians, Norwegians, a fucking band of robbers. Norwegians, Norwegians, they fish bad cod. So if you see a slob, and he stinks like rotten fish He is undoubtedly Norwegian. Yes, the Norwegians they are terrible, so ugly and so small. With ties that are disgusting with Norwegian flowers on. They fool around and fuss, and yodel and go on. One wonders when one see´s them, how stupid can you be? Norway, Norway, it never rises "frem". Norway, Norway, with the thousand "hjem". Norway, Norway, you stain on our earth. We can feel the stench all the way down to the Dogger Bank from your Norwegian smorgasbord. We should give a real blow to Norway as a nation, because they have so ugly mountains and have bad pensions too. They don´t make cars and the bikes they make are lousy and their only great poet, he is named Peter Dass. (Note: Dass is slang for toilet in Swedish) Norway, Norway, is the world's worst country. Norwegians, Norwegians, they should be taken care of. Norwegians, Norwegians, the people that the Lord gave a hopeless mind and a forehead that is so low so that the hat keeps falling off"
