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dolariIt is definately fall. The last two nights, I've had my windows open instead of breathing recycled AC air. The air has this musty smell to it and JUST the right amoujnt of bite to make it feel just like a good autumn. One of the things that it makes me think about, though, was how whole SUMMERS felt like this in PA.
I rode my bike today. 2 miles in 15 minutes, but at least it's excersize. I've GOT to start excersizing again, despite the hoots and hollers of drunken frat boys who are coming ome from a game they just won.
STATS
265 Miles total since January 2004 (about 150 or so were Emily, though)
Distance 2.1 Miles
Time 16m 1s
Average MPH 7.8
Max MPH 14.5
Then I entertained a sub in Second Life....
I go onto Second Life every other day or so, and today, I jumped on because a friend had sent me an invite to a BBQ party she was having Sunday. I popped on, checked the invite (Thank you, Mari) and then flew down to check the visitors list. That's when Aspasia, who more often than not is in SL when I'm there, said there was someone up in the picnic area wanting to meet me. So I teleported up, and it turned out it was one of the girls from the parcel slowly growing around mine in Second Life.
When I first signed up to Second Life, and bought my plot, a few plots over was the Ursa Family plot [name obviously made up, please do not contact Sarah Douglass to sue me]. I'd ventured over there a few times, saw a few ::cough:: choice applianced and realized they were some BDSM family. No biggie - live and let live has always been my motto.
Enter James Jet. Again, another made up name, but not too far off and as arrogant as it sounds. James happened across Aspasia, Emily and I while were talking on the patio. I have a habit of talking to anyone and everyone, so I had no qualms talking to him. He wasn't a jerk, but definately had an air of a ladies man who really isn't. After a few visits, he jumped of SL, but not before offering us all memberships in "Just U/us friends." IT took me a while, and Erin's pose about the Upper/lower case D/s thing before I realized what that was. I removed myself from the list, and urged the toher two to do so, too. Again, I'm very much live and let live, but I personally don't swing that way.
Later on, the head of the Ursa Family stopped by while Aspasia and I were talking. He was actually pretty engaging and fun to talk to , but all the while his "girl" was sitting next to him prone. I know enough about the lifestyle (a friend of mine is collared to a Master in the Real World), that I knew it was consensual, and just tried not to step on any toes. It didn't sit well with a friend who was visiting, though, but we both agreed to keep quiet till he left.
About two months ago the person behind my house sold their property to the Ursa family, which means they now completely surrounded my plot. Id' actually planned on putting up "Safe Spot" signs on my plot, which meant they were safe for children avatars but decided against it. Can't have kids safely on the plot when you might come across something unsavory next door.
Then they started building this GREAT and I mean ABSOLUTELY great Haunted House. I met the two builders who were part of the Ursa family and talked with them a while, complimenting them on the build, and noticed they were making a garden area. Now - in Second Life, there are a BUNCH of Gorean areas. Most have specific rules attatched to them. If you go on one, you're fair game for collaring, and if you break the rules, you're banned for life and so on. These ARE my neighbors, so I never took the chance of walking into their plot and suddenly being told "Here's your collar, or there's the door." So I never visited the garden. Better safe than sorry.
I'd met a few of the "girls" who'd wandered over to my plot to visit (the picnic area overlooks their dorms) but this was the first time one of them had come to visit ME. She wanted to meet the neighbors. So we talked for a while, I showed her around, once she realized we were lifestyle-friendly (or "gentled" as Obake called it). she talked more freely about it, and invited us over to see the plot. I mentioned I had issues with that as I didn't know if the plot was Gorean and they'd want us collared during the duration ot what. She said they don't do that, and in fact, the garden area is meant for the public, like the Haunted House. All the BDSM stuff was done in skyboxes. So we went....
My dear lord - I've spent 10 months being neighbors to these folks, and I was missing out. The whole Ursa Family plot is GORGEOUS. Gardens, harbours, pools, castles, memorials to folks who have passed away...gorgeous. Eventually Emily showed up as well, as we all just awed a this place. We ended up meeting a LOT of the girls, a few of the mistresses and masters. And then it kinda hit the fan.
You see the girl who invited us over wasn't supposed to do that. Not that we were in trouble, or that we'ed done anything wrong - she just never asked permission to leave the premises to come to our place. Her master showed up and downdressed her in front of us. I was a little irked by this to be honest - but it's part oft he lifestyle. I made sure to apologize if we'd caused her to go wrong, and when we were told it wasn't us, I made sure to tell them I understood. However, I wasnt' sure how Aspasia or Emily handled it - I don't know their dealings with the BDSM worls, other than one of them not liking a man browbeating a woman. I IMed one of the mistresses, told her that I wasn't sure my friends were ready for this and offered to leave...but at the same time, the browbeating ended, the master let us know we hadn't done anything wrong, and while the girl we first met left, her mistress and another master continued the tour.
We ended up talking a LOT about building and texture design and so forth. I took them on a tour of our land too, and showed them around. Eventually everyone came to my backyard and was talking away (although not everyone was sitting around the table in chairs). After some very quick negotiation, we decided to use my cistern pools to create a river running from my plot into theirs down to the sea. I get better water textures, and we get a lovely cohesive river coming out of a spout near the railroad tracks on my land. We may evenb start"melding" styles so that I have some of their gothicky structures and they'll have the spanish tile.
I had no idea how talented these folks were and how wonderfully cool they were. And between their plot, my artist neighbor's plot and mine 3/4s of the Sim is dedicated to beauty. I can't believe I let my assumptions stop me from stopping by and visiting the plots of some awfully wonderful smart folks who are okay with you not being int heir lifestyle as long as they can practice theirs.
I guess it's nice to realize you've gotten over a prejudice when you didn't know you had it to begin with. Now the question becomes - how not to step on any toes when you have friends practicing a D/s relationship in the open, when you're not in the equation at all (Do you offer a chair to someone who is kneeling? When they call you MyLady, how does one respond? As a friend? As a superior? Does it matter if you're not in the lifestyle? How does one Pronounce Y/you? Yuh-You?)
So many questions - but I get the feeling it's gonna be fun finding out.
Trans, poly, Wiccans, D/s, furries, ageplayers, famous people. pirates, Canadians...my friends are a melting pot incarnate.
I rode my bike today. 2 miles in 15 minutes, but at least it's excersize. I've GOT to start excersizing again, despite the hoots and hollers of drunken frat boys who are coming ome from a game they just won.
STATS
265 Miles total since January 2004 (about 150 or so were Emily, though)
Distance 2.1 Miles
Time 16m 1s
Average MPH 7.8
Max MPH 14.5
Then I entertained a sub in Second Life....
I go onto Second Life every other day or so, and today, I jumped on because a friend had sent me an invite to a BBQ party she was having Sunday. I popped on, checked the invite (Thank you, Mari) and then flew down to check the visitors list. That's when Aspasia, who more often than not is in SL when I'm there, said there was someone up in the picnic area wanting to meet me. So I teleported up, and it turned out it was one of the girls from the parcel slowly growing around mine in Second Life.
When I first signed up to Second Life, and bought my plot, a few plots over was the Ursa Family plot [name obviously made up, please do not contact Sarah Douglass to sue me]. I'd ventured over there a few times, saw a few ::cough:: choice applianced and realized they were some BDSM family. No biggie - live and let live has always been my motto.
Enter James Jet. Again, another made up name, but not too far off and as arrogant as it sounds. James happened across Aspasia, Emily and I while were talking on the patio. I have a habit of talking to anyone and everyone, so I had no qualms talking to him. He wasn't a jerk, but definately had an air of a ladies man who really isn't. After a few visits, he jumped of SL, but not before offering us all memberships in "Just U/us friends." IT took me a while, and Erin's pose about the Upper/lower case D/s thing before I realized what that was. I removed myself from the list, and urged the toher two to do so, too. Again, I'm very much live and let live, but I personally don't swing that way.
Later on, the head of the Ursa Family stopped by while Aspasia and I were talking. He was actually pretty engaging and fun to talk to , but all the while his "girl" was sitting next to him prone. I know enough about the lifestyle (a friend of mine is collared to a Master in the Real World), that I knew it was consensual, and just tried not to step on any toes. It didn't sit well with a friend who was visiting, though, but we both agreed to keep quiet till he left.
About two months ago the person behind my house sold their property to the Ursa family, which means they now completely surrounded my plot. Id' actually planned on putting up "Safe Spot" signs on my plot, which meant they were safe for children avatars but decided against it. Can't have kids safely on the plot when you might come across something unsavory next door.
Then they started building this GREAT and I mean ABSOLUTELY great Haunted House. I met the two builders who were part of the Ursa family and talked with them a while, complimenting them on the build, and noticed they were making a garden area. Now - in Second Life, there are a BUNCH of Gorean areas. Most have specific rules attatched to them. If you go on one, you're fair game for collaring, and if you break the rules, you're banned for life and so on. These ARE my neighbors, so I never took the chance of walking into their plot and suddenly being told "Here's your collar, or there's the door." So I never visited the garden. Better safe than sorry.
I'd met a few of the "girls" who'd wandered over to my plot to visit (the picnic area overlooks their dorms) but this was the first time one of them had come to visit ME. She wanted to meet the neighbors. So we talked for a while, I showed her around, once she realized we were lifestyle-friendly (or "gentled" as Obake called it). she talked more freely about it, and invited us over to see the plot. I mentioned I had issues with that as I didn't know if the plot was Gorean and they'd want us collared during the duration ot what. She said they don't do that, and in fact, the garden area is meant for the public, like the Haunted House. All the BDSM stuff was done in skyboxes. So we went....
My dear lord - I've spent 10 months being neighbors to these folks, and I was missing out. The whole Ursa Family plot is GORGEOUS. Gardens, harbours, pools, castles, memorials to folks who have passed away...gorgeous. Eventually Emily showed up as well, as we all just awed a this place. We ended up meeting a LOT of the girls, a few of the mistresses and masters. And then it kinda hit the fan.
You see the girl who invited us over wasn't supposed to do that. Not that we were in trouble, or that we'ed done anything wrong - she just never asked permission to leave the premises to come to our place. Her master showed up and downdressed her in front of us. I was a little irked by this to be honest - but it's part oft he lifestyle. I made sure to apologize if we'd caused her to go wrong, and when we were told it wasn't us, I made sure to tell them I understood. However, I wasnt' sure how Aspasia or Emily handled it - I don't know their dealings with the BDSM worls, other than one of them not liking a man browbeating a woman. I IMed one of the mistresses, told her that I wasn't sure my friends were ready for this and offered to leave...but at the same time, the browbeating ended, the master let us know we hadn't done anything wrong, and while the girl we first met left, her mistress and another master continued the tour.
We ended up talking a LOT about building and texture design and so forth. I took them on a tour of our land too, and showed them around. Eventually everyone came to my backyard and was talking away (although not everyone was sitting around the table in chairs). After some very quick negotiation, we decided to use my cistern pools to create a river running from my plot into theirs down to the sea. I get better water textures, and we get a lovely cohesive river coming out of a spout near the railroad tracks on my land. We may evenb start"melding" styles so that I have some of their gothicky structures and they'll have the spanish tile.
I had no idea how talented these folks were and how wonderfully cool they were. And between their plot, my artist neighbor's plot and mine 3/4s of the Sim is dedicated to beauty. I can't believe I let my assumptions stop me from stopping by and visiting the plots of some awfully wonderful smart folks who are okay with you not being int heir lifestyle as long as they can practice theirs.
I guess it's nice to realize you've gotten over a prejudice when you didn't know you had it to begin with. Now the question becomes - how not to step on any toes when you have friends practicing a D/s relationship in the open, when you're not in the equation at all (Do you offer a chair to someone who is kneeling? When they call you MyLady, how does one respond? As a friend? As a superior? Does it matter if you're not in the lifestyle? How does one Pronounce Y/you? Yuh-You?)
So many questions - but I get the feeling it's gonna be fun finding out.
Trans, poly, Wiccans, D/s, furries, ageplayers, famous people. pirates, Canadians...my friends are a melting pot incarnate.
