One of the dominant realities of Second Life, is loneliness. I, and I think many other people, came to this place to find people. The world is merely a reflection of the people in it. Hence I have spent many hours wandering empty places, with flashing lights, looking for other people. Worse still is to have a conversation with someone you have known for some time, and realize that underneath they are a monster - hypocritical, vile and base. The aloneness of that moment is so powerful, as your world grows that much smaller, that much less connected. It is funny having a follower of Ayn Rand tell me that I am a "whore" as if it were some kind of insult, which tells me how strange a cult it is. Isn't that their whole thing, exchange of money between consenting adults? (There are further layers of amusement, but I can't reveal them in public.) (Actually I can say one thing, if I had whored my mind and let his silliness pass, I would have gotten money. The whore/john relationship is every where, you can't escape it. While the orifice varies, everyone is paid for having something hard jammed into them while they beg for more.) (This I suppose is why the gentlemen who are clients are sooooo welcome.)
I don't know what the large and great reasons for creating this are. Perhaps there are none, and people merely seek out the warm fire that crowds out the dark and cold night, and then go back off into the night when their face is too flush with heat. I don't know. I do know that that the hanging experience of it pervades our time, and makes us play with pixels rather than face the darkness of our own emptiness.
I have seen terrible visions here, and the confused angers of people who do not know how to find what they want in the real world. I've heard all manner of theories, both rl and sl, as to why the world doesn't work the way we think it ought to. Again, I don't believe any of them, because all of them rest on some other group of people being to blame. It's not a notion that seems to appeal to me. If the world works badly, it is because we ask things of it that have costs, and those costs are more than we can bear, but we pay them, because we cannot bear not to have a chance at our other dreams.
After spending a great deal of time and effort building a club which is going to remain empty, I think, it seems to me that the thing we fear most, is having someone stand in our way. Instead we go through a great deal of trouble getting in our own way, in order to avoid this other thing we fear.
What, you may ask, has this all to do with sex. It is the heart of why sexualization is so frequent here. Not necessarily the sex act, but the exageration of feminity and masculinity, the roles, the coquetterie, the bluntness of approaches, the men bumping into women in their eagerness to introduce themselves.
Sex, by being without all of the mind, removes the alienation possible from our strange obessions and cults of our time. Politics, even real art, are pushed aside in favor of totems which, by being empty, allow us to make connection without the offense of our public and private cults.
People who study languages call each person's individual understanding of their own language their "idiolect." We also, I think, have our won idio- society and idio- reality. That SL makes it possible to show these, in some communicable form, is part of its appeal.
But that only works if there are other people. And hence camping and all the other games to get traffic. Why is it that we have built a fantasy land, and then have to pay to make people come?