It is an idea, this thing we call race. It is interesting to me that race exists even more obviously as a construction in Second Life than in first life. We choose our race here, except that it chooses us. But what do I mean by race? Something that really the word race does not describe. Race is something that people impute in to others, not something that really is intrinsic to a person.
And it is also that there is an appropriation of the characteristics that people impute as race. How much of anti-social transgressive behavior in Second Life is the appropriation of urban African American culture, and how much of avatarization centers around adopting stances, names, and behaviors that would be called "black" in the outside world. The appropriation of, and at the same time submergence of the actual racial characteristics from the visible avatar is important to me, in that at the same time that one sees few African avatars one sees a great deal of behavior which is, overtly and directly, modeled on urban African American behavior. Second Life has a lot of "pimps and hos" parties and places. It is a white place run by white people acting like their fantasy construction of what blackness is.
Now why is this? Why do people who are economically successful enough decide to act in a model which is less so? I'm going to write on this when I am done with some RL things that are taking up my time, because it is a prevalent issue in escorting, since so much of the direct sex trade is modeled on this lower end of the rl sex industry.
Friday, May 30, 2008
Thursday, May 29, 2008
Second Sonnet
Rooms of amber, walls phantom azure bright,
livid limpid pools of fleeting half night,
that drown me in my swimming dolphin wave flight,
to pierce the veil, with second hands and second sight.
First is last somehow now, and real is common,
worship of transhumane and merely mammon.
Flashing particles burst and then cascade,
while spewing up from spinning target blade.
It's night fall glistening in the spinning hours,
and in this half way world the houri gather.
Their skirts rustle and then akimbo sway,
as they would never wear in manifest day.
Gather up the bits and pieces of their lives,
offering ephemeral ecstasy that some how survives.
livid limpid pools of fleeting half night,
that drown me in my swimming dolphin wave flight,
to pierce the veil, with second hands and second sight.
First is last somehow now, and real is common,
worship of transhumane and merely mammon.
Flashing particles burst and then cascade,
while spewing up from spinning target blade.
It's night fall glistening in the spinning hours,
and in this half way world the houri gather.
Their skirts rustle and then akimbo sway,
as they would never wear in manifest day.
Gather up the bits and pieces of their lives,
offering ephemeral ecstasy that some how survives.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Yedo Kinza for rent
We have an open space sim available as part of the Yedo complex:
here. Rent is 7500L/wk, purchase price of 7499 counts as first week's rent. Full estate manager rights granted, resale allowed. Zoning and covenant restrictions apply, talk to me or Stirling Allen or Susan Usher in world.
here. Rent is 7500L/wk, purchase price of 7499 counts as first week's rent. Full estate manager rights granted, resale allowed. Zoning and covenant restrictions apply, talk to me or Stirling Allen or Susan Usher in world.
In your hands: Rujian or Taoist?
There is the well known stage of being a newbie. Many people learn to get what they want from SL, and happy go along from there. However, for creative people, there is another stage. It exists for everyone, but for creatives it is much more protracted. That is the time when the creative person is simultaneously hit with the power of the platform, but has not yet learned how it should flow in his or her hands. They get frustrated, produce early pieces, and think of things that can't be done. The get a bad case of the "if only this, or that, they I could."
When does a person leave this stage? When they come to one of two conclusions. One is the road of being interested in highly detailed work. There are very large financial rewards, 6 figures even, for being really good at making lots and lots of very detailed things. The faux real rests on being able to do huge volumes of high detail things. The highly detailed artist finds a way to make small variations on their detail, and produce them in a wide range. Most successful designers and commercial builders are detail people. Call these people many things, because some are realists, others create the fantastical. Instead, I think that the best way to think of this kind of artistic work is as confucianists. I use the word "rujians" for my own purposes. A rujian sets a goal, and accumulates changes to reach it as best it can be reached within the present context.
The other road is to flow with the platform. These people are taoists. What can be done with an easy flair is exploited. The taoist spends a great deal of time avoiding spending a great deal of time.
The confucian point of view is a hit or miss proposition. For every success, there are many people who will spend hundreds of hours as failures. The taoists are fewer in number and tend to be even wider in range. A poor taoist produces things that don't even seem to be creative at all, so vast is their failure. But then, so does the master taoist, only in a different way.
When I talk to someone who has reached that point of frustration, it is inevitable that they are conflicted. They want the ease of a taoist artist, with the ability to impose and order like a rujian. This is a contradiction. Imposition is always impressive because it is detailed, because it had to scale a wide gulf of activity, because it takes time and is so placed. Rujians are differentiated by their ability to create and order details in their myriad. The taoist cuts through such difficulties with a blazing stroke, and leaves behind an image or an experience which breaks the older way without seeming to do anything. When you see a taoist work, you realize you could duplicate it in a few hours, now that you have seen how to do it.
Few people are purely one or the other. At the heart of almost ever great rujian work, is a tao-like understanding of how to produce the variations that will be needed, a seem in the fabric which is worked over and over again. The rujian masterpiece is a million taoist steps from shore to the top of the sacred mountain. The taoist, for his or her part, studies details in their thousand, picking this or that one to exploit in a fantastical way. The taoist has done as much work as the rujian in detail, but throw the million ordinary details out, and left behind the single best.
So each artist should learn both rujian and taoist approaches, even if one or the other will be there most common path to art.
When does a person leave this stage? When they come to one of two conclusions. One is the road of being interested in highly detailed work. There are very large financial rewards, 6 figures even, for being really good at making lots and lots of very detailed things. The faux real rests on being able to do huge volumes of high detail things. The highly detailed artist finds a way to make small variations on their detail, and produce them in a wide range. Most successful designers and commercial builders are detail people. Call these people many things, because some are realists, others create the fantastical. Instead, I think that the best way to think of this kind of artistic work is as confucianists. I use the word "rujians" for my own purposes. A rujian sets a goal, and accumulates changes to reach it as best it can be reached within the present context.
The other road is to flow with the platform. These people are taoists. What can be done with an easy flair is exploited. The taoist spends a great deal of time avoiding spending a great deal of time.
The confucian point of view is a hit or miss proposition. For every success, there are many people who will spend hundreds of hours as failures. The taoists are fewer in number and tend to be even wider in range. A poor taoist produces things that don't even seem to be creative at all, so vast is their failure. But then, so does the master taoist, only in a different way.
When I talk to someone who has reached that point of frustration, it is inevitable that they are conflicted. They want the ease of a taoist artist, with the ability to impose and order like a rujian. This is a contradiction. Imposition is always impressive because it is detailed, because it had to scale a wide gulf of activity, because it takes time and is so placed. Rujians are differentiated by their ability to create and order details in their myriad. The taoist cuts through such difficulties with a blazing stroke, and leaves behind an image or an experience which breaks the older way without seeming to do anything. When you see a taoist work, you realize you could duplicate it in a few hours, now that you have seen how to do it.
Few people are purely one or the other. At the heart of almost ever great rujian work, is a tao-like understanding of how to produce the variations that will be needed, a seem in the fabric which is worked over and over again. The rujian masterpiece is a million taoist steps from shore to the top of the sacred mountain. The taoist, for his or her part, studies details in their thousand, picking this or that one to exploit in a fantastical way. The taoist has done as much work as the rujian in detail, but throw the million ordinary details out, and left behind the single best.
So each artist should learn both rujian and taoist approaches, even if one or the other will be there most common path to art.
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Greaser and Gayle, Relics indeed
Remember how the Mile High Club sent their drama queens after my encounter? Well Gayle and Greaser, not content to have one dog on their hands, have put up Relic. Same deal as the first one. It's a camping farm with lots of pressure to spend... but not on the girls who get almost none of what you tip them. 100L becomes... 20L in her pocket. If you want to get a dancer who will appreciate you, there are plenty of places to go.
Relic. Same trap, different name.
If you are looking to work, as opposed to camp, then go elsewhere, and if you are a guy looking for something other than a camping farm with an attitude problem, look elsewhere. Sure barbie up an alt and play dumb. But at 40L an hour, obviously the rate of 30L was not enough, you can do better with legitimate dancing...
Another day, another abuser looking to mill sl for money. And people wonder why Second Life is treated as if it were Second Infancy by most of the gaming world.
Yes Greaser Waco and Gayle, I haven't forgotten your wonderful communication and people skills. And no one else should either. Now why is it I could pick your place out from the search list? Maybe because Mile High had dropped into the mire of 20K traffic, and suddenly another most expensive club had popped up.
If you want a premium club, then I would do Jenna, Tryst and Harlots as the current premium experiences, and for cam... Sarah Friedman and Brandy Xeno run the best, with the sort of obnoxious, delivers the real thing slcamz.com being the places for rl web peep.
This has been a public service announcement because I'm not escorting any more and so have zero financial interest in what is going on any more. But really... do people ever learn?
Relic. Same trap, different name.
If you are looking to work, as opposed to camp, then go elsewhere, and if you are a guy looking for something other than a camping farm with an attitude problem, look elsewhere. Sure barbie up an alt and play dumb. But at 40L an hour, obviously the rate of 30L was not enough, you can do better with legitimate dancing...
Another day, another abuser looking to mill sl for money. And people wonder why Second Life is treated as if it were Second Infancy by most of the gaming world.
Yes Greaser Waco and Gayle, I haven't forgotten your wonderful communication and people skills. And no one else should either. Now why is it I could pick your place out from the search list? Maybe because Mile High had dropped into the mire of 20K traffic, and suddenly another most expensive club had popped up.
If you want a premium club, then I would do Jenna, Tryst and Harlots as the current premium experiences, and for cam... Sarah Friedman and Brandy Xeno run the best, with the sort of obnoxious, delivers the real thing slcamz.com being the places for rl web peep.
This has been a public service announcement because I'm not escorting any more and so have zero financial interest in what is going on any more. But really... do people ever learn?
Opus 52 Waldstein performed by Jeremy Denk
I do not know what makes a particular performance of music profound, it is a mystery to me as much as some of the things I do are a mystery to others. It is, because it is what the musician does. The mixture of movements of the hands and body, with the feelings and analysis, to the point where there is a waterfall of expression that we bathe under as listeners, and that emotion, in live performance, reflects back on the musicians.
Jeremy Denk spent some minutes before the concert telling us what music meant as nourishment for the spirit, when the technical difficulties had overwhelmed it in him, and this nourishment of air and light returned him to the state where he could practice and then play the music. Somewhere in the forest of notes there is the music, somewhere in those waving flags there are the notes that must be placed with greater weight.
I recall the first time I went on point and could stay there as long as I liked. I knew that this time was different. There was no tugging this way or that, but instead a single line shot straight from toe through spine and drew up out of the top of my head. I was soaring in place, floating, even through the pressure on my feet. I could feel the compression only at that first moment, and then there was nothing but pure balance. Ever since, I've known that soaring feeling as that moment when the body, mine or another's, had found a pure expression of some pure platonic truth that had been formed in a mind, in a spirit, and then projected outwards.
I wish I knew works well enough to point to here or there and say, "this is the moment when he did that, and that is what made the treble glitter above the rolling crests of the harmony." But alas I do not, and I can only say that that he seemed to toss the melody back and forth between his hands as a juggler might, by slight of skill make two hands suffice for five balls. The depth below reverberated in its turns of the melody as the stars above in the treble in their turn. I watched a whole night go by in minutes, as a night goes by in an hour in Second Life.
The final sprint was the rushing soaring moment again, his hands floating someplace between air and ivory, and then the light turned to a darkness, a crying for some land forgotten, before, in the next instant, paradise and youth regained, and his fingers flew as the feet of a small child in an open park, kite trailing behind fly. They seem every moment to be about to trip one over another, and then landing precisely right.
Denk tells us that a poem is a machine made out of the world, if only the keys on the piano moved, as they could have, so that the second life machine could be as polished as this pianism was.
Jeremy Denk spent some minutes before the concert telling us what music meant as nourishment for the spirit, when the technical difficulties had overwhelmed it in him, and this nourishment of air and light returned him to the state where he could practice and then play the music. Somewhere in the forest of notes there is the music, somewhere in those waving flags there are the notes that must be placed with greater weight.
I recall the first time I went on point and could stay there as long as I liked. I knew that this time was different. There was no tugging this way or that, but instead a single line shot straight from toe through spine and drew up out of the top of my head. I was soaring in place, floating, even through the pressure on my feet. I could feel the compression only at that first moment, and then there was nothing but pure balance. Ever since, I've known that soaring feeling as that moment when the body, mine or another's, had found a pure expression of some pure platonic truth that had been formed in a mind, in a spirit, and then projected outwards.
I wish I knew works well enough to point to here or there and say, "this is the moment when he did that, and that is what made the treble glitter above the rolling crests of the harmony." But alas I do not, and I can only say that that he seemed to toss the melody back and forth between his hands as a juggler might, by slight of skill make two hands suffice for five balls. The depth below reverberated in its turns of the melody as the stars above in the treble in their turn. I watched a whole night go by in minutes, as a night goes by in an hour in Second Life.
The final sprint was the rushing soaring moment again, his hands floating someplace between air and ivory, and then the light turned to a darkness, a crying for some land forgotten, before, in the next instant, paradise and youth regained, and his fingers flew as the feet of a small child in an open park, kite trailing behind fly. They seem every moment to be about to trip one over another, and then landing precisely right.
Denk tells us that a poem is a machine made out of the world, if only the keys on the piano moved, as they could have, so that the second life machine could be as polished as this pianism was.
Pianist in Second Life
Jeremey Denk broadcasts live from WGBH. And will be in second life at their in world location.
Sickness of Spirit
We all bitch about the technical problems. And I say bitch in the way I understand men in business use the term, a beast of burden, a slave, a person who must put up with abuse beyond reason just because they have to. Once upon a time I escorted here. Once upon a time I put up with the sickness of Second Life because I was paid to do that. Now I am not paid to do that, and as a result, I don't tolerate it any more. It's just foolish. I'm not Second Life's abuse bitch for free.
Recently I had a series of very negative personal interactions, and they remind me that men treat people very badly when they can't get something out of that person. The person's name is Dirk Talamasaca, he's sort of a big noise in SL, for reasons that elude me, and he does, or will soon, know precisely what I think about him. There are going to be consequences for me, because of the many lessons of the world of nasty people I've learned, it is that nasty people close ranks very quickly. So I am going to be more specific: Dirk is a nasty racist pig, and I am not putting up with it from him.
But that's not really worth a post. It's barely worth what I did do. What is worth it is what the last week of interactions have said to me about the problems in Second Life. Namely, they aren't technical, but personal. The problem in second life is that there is an abiding anger and rage in a lot of people, and they are so ashamed of it, that they then proceed to act behind people's backs rather than deal with things. This is reinforced by the social fears which make it so that when people do try and deal with these problems, they are treated horribly. The only thing worse than being abused by a racist pig like Dirk, is having other people say you have to sit there and take it. And that is the social rule around here: abuse is almost a holy ritual like, burning incense or money at a temple, and the target of that abuse, is told that they have to put up with it or else. That's how abusive relationships work, by the implicit threat of ostracism if the person comes forward. That leads to shame and anger. Well I've had my week of shame and anger, and I am coming forward. This wasn't the first interaction, but about the fifth or so. Including one with an employee of Linden Lab.
There is no solving this problem. The people who come to here filled with this kind of inner ugliness and a desire to express it, aren't going to be changed or removed from their positions of importance. It's killing LL, because ugly people do ugly things, make ugly things, write ugly code, and in general leave a trail of ugliness behind them. More over, when called on being ugly, the go into overdrive.
A good recent example is the NPIRL show. I wasn't going to write on that either directly, but now, since the topic is ugliness of Second Life's social structure, no reason not to fit it all in. The show was wall to wall slugly. There were a few interesting pieces, but the whole show was behind the curve, and as many people noted, designed to celebrate the organizers, not the art. The problem was rather simple: such a show needs to be spread out, decentralized, and put on openspace sims so that the clutter effect does not lag people into immobility, and works are not cross effected. The show was horribly mounted and a clear sign that no one involved could even define museology, let alone had any innate understanding of it, or training for it. It lacked context, education, design, and taste.
And yet people felt obliged to talk about it, even when almost all admitted it was a horrible disaster of a show. Why is this? It is because we have made our social realm very much like high school. People who are cool are not creative, and people who are creative are not cool. Hundreds of thousands of ugly prims have been laid down, and there's nothing to be done about it. I can't even get my own world in order, because the costs of Second Life are so high, that allowing people to do ugly things for money is a virtual requirement. It was true of escorting too.
There is no solution for this, however, there are ways of striking back. I'm striking back now, by underlining that what is commonly accepted behavior here is not acceptable behavior. I'm striking back by doing my own work, even if it is uncomfortable to do so. I feel sorry for the people locked in ugliness, but that doesn't mean that enabling them to continue is acceptable.
It is easy to hate everything, and easy to get attention by giving people a good dose of hate. However, while hating everything means being right most of the time, it also means always being wrong when it matters. The reason the critic condemns is because they showed up hoping to praise.
I've had several people fail to live up to expectations recently, and that colors my view, and I am adapting to things that I didn't want to adapt to. But that's how it is. In the last week I've written a great deal irl, I've build In the Belly of the Beast and made progress on two other projects that I will be showing off shortly. It's not that there is a creative frustration. And my rl personal life is happy, part of my reason for not having patience for nonsense here at this point. It's a lot easier to put up with scraps of personal attention when there is a drought irl.
But I am drawing the line here. Don't expect to belch at me and have me take it, don't expect to engage in sexual harassment and have me forget it. Don't apologize for obvious racism, engage in blanket smears and defamation, and expect me to write it off. It's time people here grew up enough to realize that this drah-mha-tiziation is not going to work. That's why we have so much drama, because people dump their drama on others, and then get away with it, because the people who are in charge believe that whoever is dumping needs to be allowed to, but if the person being dumped on replies, then it spirals. This means that we are always in a position that the personw who abuses others first is at an advantage, and leads to a kind of vicious circle where people just leave rather than take it.
Each time people leave rather than take the abuse that is dished out here, that is one less person to build second life. And that can't go on for much longer.
I know this post has a cost for me, and other people who have been through this kind of thing have advised me not to do it. But here it is, I'm not an escort any more, and I don't have to put up with this kind of thing because it is not my job.
Recently I had a series of very negative personal interactions, and they remind me that men treat people very badly when they can't get something out of that person. The person's name is Dirk Talamasaca, he's sort of a big noise in SL, for reasons that elude me, and he does, or will soon, know precisely what I think about him. There are going to be consequences for me, because of the many lessons of the world of nasty people I've learned, it is that nasty people close ranks very quickly. So I am going to be more specific: Dirk is a nasty racist pig, and I am not putting up with it from him.
But that's not really worth a post. It's barely worth what I did do. What is worth it is what the last week of interactions have said to me about the problems in Second Life. Namely, they aren't technical, but personal. The problem in second life is that there is an abiding anger and rage in a lot of people, and they are so ashamed of it, that they then proceed to act behind people's backs rather than deal with things. This is reinforced by the social fears which make it so that when people do try and deal with these problems, they are treated horribly. The only thing worse than being abused by a racist pig like Dirk, is having other people say you have to sit there and take it. And that is the social rule around here: abuse is almost a holy ritual like, burning incense or money at a temple, and the target of that abuse, is told that they have to put up with it or else. That's how abusive relationships work, by the implicit threat of ostracism if the person comes forward. That leads to shame and anger. Well I've had my week of shame and anger, and I am coming forward. This wasn't the first interaction, but about the fifth or so. Including one with an employee of Linden Lab.
There is no solving this problem. The people who come to here filled with this kind of inner ugliness and a desire to express it, aren't going to be changed or removed from their positions of importance. It's killing LL, because ugly people do ugly things, make ugly things, write ugly code, and in general leave a trail of ugliness behind them. More over, when called on being ugly, the go into overdrive.
A good recent example is the NPIRL show. I wasn't going to write on that either directly, but now, since the topic is ugliness of Second Life's social structure, no reason not to fit it all in. The show was wall to wall slugly. There were a few interesting pieces, but the whole show was behind the curve, and as many people noted, designed to celebrate the organizers, not the art. The problem was rather simple: such a show needs to be spread out, decentralized, and put on openspace sims so that the clutter effect does not lag people into immobility, and works are not cross effected. The show was horribly mounted and a clear sign that no one involved could even define museology, let alone had any innate understanding of it, or training for it. It lacked context, education, design, and taste.
And yet people felt obliged to talk about it, even when almost all admitted it was a horrible disaster of a show. Why is this? It is because we have made our social realm very much like high school. People who are cool are not creative, and people who are creative are not cool. Hundreds of thousands of ugly prims have been laid down, and there's nothing to be done about it. I can't even get my own world in order, because the costs of Second Life are so high, that allowing people to do ugly things for money is a virtual requirement. It was true of escorting too.
There is no solution for this, however, there are ways of striking back. I'm striking back now, by underlining that what is commonly accepted behavior here is not acceptable behavior. I'm striking back by doing my own work, even if it is uncomfortable to do so. I feel sorry for the people locked in ugliness, but that doesn't mean that enabling them to continue is acceptable.
It is easy to hate everything, and easy to get attention by giving people a good dose of hate. However, while hating everything means being right most of the time, it also means always being wrong when it matters. The reason the critic condemns is because they showed up hoping to praise.
I've had several people fail to live up to expectations recently, and that colors my view, and I am adapting to things that I didn't want to adapt to. But that's how it is. In the last week I've written a great deal irl, I've build In the Belly of the Beast and made progress on two other projects that I will be showing off shortly. It's not that there is a creative frustration. And my rl personal life is happy, part of my reason for not having patience for nonsense here at this point. It's a lot easier to put up with scraps of personal attention when there is a drought irl.
But I am drawing the line here. Don't expect to belch at me and have me take it, don't expect to engage in sexual harassment and have me forget it. Don't apologize for obvious racism, engage in blanket smears and defamation, and expect me to write it off. It's time people here grew up enough to realize that this drah-mha-tiziation is not going to work. That's why we have so much drama, because people dump their drama on others, and then get away with it, because the people who are in charge believe that whoever is dumping needs to be allowed to, but if the person being dumped on replies, then it spirals. This means that we are always in a position that the personw who abuses others first is at an advantage, and leads to a kind of vicious circle where people just leave rather than take it.
Each time people leave rather than take the abuse that is dished out here, that is one less person to build second life. And that can't go on for much longer.
I know this post has a cost for me, and other people who have been through this kind of thing have advised me not to do it. But here it is, I'm not an escort any more, and I don't have to put up with this kind of thing because it is not my job.
Sunday, May 25, 2008
Saturday, May 24, 2008
In The Belly of the Beast
Using a wasteful 4 prims, and being oh so correct the real world, following the most painfully physically grounded principles of rl architecture, I offer the following piece for you consideration: In the Belly of the Beast.
You can't really apprecaite this from a still picture or machanima, you need to see it. Draw distance to 512M will work.
From a distance: here.
And from inside.
This work is representative of the disasters from sea and wind to hit New Orleans, Bangladesh, and Burma. Tens of thousands have perished from shoddy construction, greed and the manipulation of juntas to turn disaster into politically convenient genocide and ethnic cleansing.
So forgive me fo not blogging very much, but I've been working on projects like this.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
Unverified but potentially show stopping bug with the RC
In addition to the odious "Showcase" the new RC may have a very ugly bug if Adz Childs report on the JIRA is correct. Where ejecting an avatar returns objects without warning.
Now the idea of hte feature is ejecting a griefer also removes the objects that the griefer left behind. But it does need to be labelled, the comments are right. There is ejecting, there is even ejecting and banning, but then there is also ejecting, banning, and returning.
Now the idea of hte feature is ejecting a griefer also removes the objects that the griefer left behind. But it does need to be labelled, the comments are right. There is ejecting, there is even ejecting and banning, but then there is also ejecting, banning, and returning.
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Working Girls' Union Local #69
Time for another meeting of the WGU! The first one was a great chance to meet Vixyn Felisimo, whose site, VelvetVixyn, is my new homepage. Ladies out there should be reading this instead of Cosmo (sorry, Cosmo).
WORKING GIRLS' UNION - Local #69
Wednesday 28th May @ 9 pm SLT
This will be a relaxed round-table discussion for Second Life sex professionals⎯escorts, dancers, madams, and club owners, whether you're new to the game or an old hand⎯to share your experiences, vent your frustrations, ask some questions and answer those of others.
Sex in SL provides its own set of rules, written and unwritten. There are defined borders and of course large swaths of grey areas, relatively 'normal' clients and those that test or redefine your perceptions entirely, novice mistakes and a seasoned pro's reevaluations. This talk is sure to provide valuable insight to the nature of the profession, the nature of sex in the digital medium, and hopefully be a great resource for beginners and those more experienced alike, allowing us to expand and hone our craft in an open forum.
Note that despite the name, this event is open to sex workers of all genders & species; however, you must be a sex worker as outlined above. As always, seating will be limited so IM me your request to attend; the parcel will be closed during the duration of the talk. Also, this is a text-talk; I don't have voice capability, but others are free to use it.
All the best,
~Shrutiyan Anatra
WORKING GIRLS' UNION - Local #69
Wednesday 28th May @ 9 pm SLT
This will be a relaxed round-table discussion for Second Life sex professionals⎯escorts, dancers, madams, and club owners, whether you're new to the game or an old hand⎯to share your experiences, vent your frustrations, ask some questions and answer those of others.
Sex in SL provides its own set of rules, written and unwritten. There are defined borders and of course large swaths of grey areas, relatively 'normal' clients and those that test or redefine your perceptions entirely, novice mistakes and a seasoned pro's reevaluations. This talk is sure to provide valuable insight to the nature of the profession, the nature of sex in the digital medium, and hopefully be a great resource for beginners and those more experienced alike, allowing us to expand and hone our craft in an open forum.
Note that despite the name, this event is open to sex workers of all genders & species; however, you must be a sex worker as outlined above. As always, seating will be limited so IM me your request to attend; the parcel will be closed during the duration of the talk. Also, this is a text-talk; I don't have voice capability, but others are free to use it.
All the best,
~Shrutiyan Anatra
1.20 RC7 Notes
Release notes for the new RC
I've joined the SL Dev list and will post updates from there more frequently so that people know what is coming.
I've joined the SL Dev list and will post updates from there more frequently so that people know what is coming.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Putting SL in perspective
One month of rent on a sim is enough to treat a vaginal rupture caused by childbirth. Fistula isn't a problem in developed countries because it's primary cause is prolonged labor, and it can be corrected after birth with a simple procedure. These things aren't available around the world. That's why half a million women die every year from childbirth complications. That's fifteen hundred a day. Give you an idea, that's 5 to 6 times as many people as read this blog every day.
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