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As I have mentioned before, the japanese culture intrigues me a lot. I keep visiting several japanese sims, there are so many fun things to find there. Some sims look exactly like the streets of tokyo, filled with real shops. Goodness, I adore their shops. All kind of items, not for too much Linden. Yes, a day in a japanese mall, is a good day.
I am very shy when it comes to making contact with the japanese avatars. I know a lot of them don’t speak english, so that frightens me a little bit. I really want to learn japanese, but I am not sure how to do that.
One day i was just flying around, exploring another asian sim. And I ended up at a club, where two people where talking. When they talk in their own language, all you get is: ******. I was a bit startled when they invited me in, but i was curious. They had a translator, whatever they said in japanese would be translated in english for me. I only knew a few japanese words, and tried to be very polite. All went well, we had a conversation thanks to the translator and even danced a bit.
Two days ago, I ended up at a sim that was all about samurai. Samurai Island I believe it was called. The buildings looked exactly like they did in ancient japan. It all looked very nice to me. I saw a bigger building ahead, so went to check it out. When I entered, I saw e few people. They where watching a training between two samurai. They both had their katana’s out, circled around eachother, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. The others stood on the side, and I joined. To my suprise all but one spoke english. I was sucked into this atmosphere, and kept staring at the two samurai. Several battles passed, and I just stood there, staring at them. Listening to what the other had to say. In the back of the room they had katana’s for sale. And I knew I wanted one. I always wanted a katana. I just never thought about really using one. These katana’s where of great quality, and you could even use them in battle. It took me a while to find the one I really wanted, they all looked so good.
I finally bought the Eternal katana, and immediately decided to wear it. The battles ended, and everyone left the room. I stood there and thought, am I really going to do this? I want to fight with them, but I will probably suck a lot. I might look impressive with my expensive skin and marvelous outfit… But I might be the worst swordfighter ever.
I wear the katana ever since, never take it off. But I have not returned to the Island, what will they think of me? It would be perfect. I learn more about the japanese culture, with some help of the english speaking. I become a virtual samurai. In the end, I might decide to live my life as a asian. Really, the culture draws me in. Who knows how much it could change me, for the good I hope. Yes, I also mean my First Life.
Since I have left my job at the club, I have been event hunting again. I promised myself to stop after all that I have learned about them. But I went for it again today.
Second Life is filled with clubs, they all hold specially themed events. Best in red, Best in Goth, best in short etc. At the end of the contest, the voting begins, and the best dressed male and female win money. Just like in Real Life, Second Life is a lot about sex and money. Showing a lot of skin helps. In other words: the more you go dressed as a slut, the better your chance is of winning the contest. Well, thats the case usually. Some clubs are more fun, and it really is about the best outfit, not the most skin.
I never really liked going to the events, although some turned out to be a blast. I learned that most contests are just plain dirty, with a lot of cheating. People openly beg for votes. One time, a woman enters the club where I dance, hoping to win some cash. She is not dressed appropiate for the event, no way she could win. Above her head, hangs a title, and it says: “Vote me, get me free” Guess what? She won. Another woman entered a contest once, with huge prim boobs. It did not suprise me this lady did not win, she looked worse than Lola Ferrari.
Others bribe eachother for a vote. Every dirty trick possible is being used. I despise contests… why do I keep going? I guess I just hope to win. I would like some extra money.
At one club, the owners had taken action against cheating. On the wall was a list with contest rules, and it seemed to work. If only more club owners would put up a board like that.
I know, you must think I am overreacting. Its only virtual money after all. but it sucks to dance for nothing for two hours straight, especially when you know things aren’t going fair. I like a good and clean competition, the rest I must learn to avoid.
A friend told me these events are basically nothing more than camping. Xept most of the time you don’t get the money.
So what’s THE way to win contests? according to SL: look cheap, bribe, tp friends in to vote for you, beg for votes and promise something in return. Be well known at the club, people prefer to vote on you than a complete stranger, no matter how badly dressed you are.
THE way to win according to me: Be original, be creative and stand out, be beautiful, BE YOU!
I have a friend, she’s a nice girl but a bit different. First of all, she is an escort. Second, she sucks at being an escort. At least, that is what she tells me. She tells me stories of her escorting life, except, there is not much to tell. You can count all her costumers on one hand. Maybe she sucks, or maybe the costumers just don’t like a pink dressed asian. Don’t get me wrong, she looks stunning. Maybe men just prefer blonde and tanned skin. BUT, the clients she did have, where very satisfied. Maybe it is not so easy for an escort to make money after all… Even when they are very pretty and good.
Anyway, she is living an interesting life. Runs into the strangest people. Last time she told me about a midget with an ego of a giant. He arrived at the red light district, where she works. Then he told her he was her pimp, that she should obey and shut up. It was this typical crazy guy that harrased and chased her down the streets. And what does my friend do in the end? She makes fun of him, kicks him in the head and humiliates him in front of all the other escorts. It must have been quite a sight.
Today, she IM’d me, she sounded a bit confused.
“Lisa sweetie? You there…?”“
Yeah I’m here, Is something wrong?”
“Well… I think I have a slave… I’m holding him on a leash now.”
One of her… few… costumers had returned, and offered himself up to her. He wanted her to be his mistress, and he would obey her no matter what. We are both curious ladies, but I would never do some of the things she does. She thought it would be funny, and interesting, to play along.I can’t imagine her as a mistress though, she is too kind. She is probably holding him on the leash now, wondering what she is supposed to do now. Well, as far as I know. This slave/master thing… bdsm… is all about whips, cages, sex and obedience. She likes sex, that’s for sure, but a whip?
Anyway, I will see how this will turn out. My go happy cheerfull friend must be having a blast. After all, she finally found herself a pet!
(Don’t worry, Satin does not mind me writing about her in my blog. She loves a bit of attention. “Especially if it gets me more clients!”)
900 Linden a week was too much for me, I was forced to leave my lovely apartment last week. Too bad, it was a beautiful place. The reason I could afford it first, was because I did the pr, and hosting, and dancing for club Excile. For the pr alone I would make 1000 Linden a week… But I decided to quit the pr thing. It took too much of my time, and I still have a real life to take care of. The day I packed my stuff, I noriced something moving in my garden. I went outside to take a better look, and it was a puppy. Lost and all alone. It wasn’t mine, and the owner of this ‘item’ didn’t allow me to copy or take it. So I just pet it a while, and left after that.
A friend I met at a forum decided to play second life as well. I was fun meeting her in SL, it was like I was seeing myself all over again… when I first started. No idea what was going on, everything was new and different. And I looked like hell…So did she, she stood there with her typical newbie skin, hair and clothing. Quite the contrast, me with my expensive hair and detailed skin, my magnificent outfit and shiny shoes. Not to worry, I thought to myself, I will transform my friend into a babe in no time.I gave her some freebies to get started with, including a shape I made specially for her. It took her a while to figure out how to put it all on, but she looked much better after that. I showed her around, she learned more about the basics of the game. We went to some events together, and I decided to make her a little place she could call home. So I made a skybox, pretty and cosy. She seemed happy with it. She is not as addicted to SL as I am. But that’s because she is still standing outside a bit. No work, no friends or favorite places. It might all change, or not. Second Life is not for everyone I think. Some hate it, some don’t understand it and find it all confusing. To others, SL is just boring. To me? SL is a hobby gona out of control.
One day, my friend and I felt like checking some naughty stuff. We are both curious girls, and in my entire one year existence, there has been one place I have never been. Well theres more places but… never mind about that. This place called ‘ orgy island’, I had no idea what to expect. Before I go on, no I wasn’t planning on having an orgy party. But my friend wanted to see what it was like and I didn’t think it could jurt my ‘reputation’ very much…
We teleported in, and I freaked out a bit. Naked people everywhere… no that’s not a bad thing… UGLY naked people everywhere. Most of them still had their newbie skin on, and the fake hair. I just cant stand that, and theres no way in hell I would ever do any of them. In the mainroom, there where thousands of sex animation balls. Nude ladies and gentlemen where going at it… and my mouth dropped open. I was like, the only fully dressed person in the place… and planned to stay that way. Instead of playing along, I just sat down at the bar, and ordered a vodka… I really needed a drink right about now. I looked up, and I saw a lady shaking her sweaty ass right in front of my face. This stripper was dancing on the bar, tipjar next to her. I was not sure where to face… the bar and the stripper or the other side…piles of human flesh. Instead I just focused on my vodka, my precious vodka. My friend looked around and seemed to enjoy it, she tipped the stripper and asked me if we could make everyone else jealous by makin out. I didn’t think anyone would notice even if we where makin out dressed as an orange… everyone seemed so occupied.Suddenly, out of nowhere, I felt someone stick something in my ear. I almost spilled my vodka and looked up. This naked guy, was standing right next to me, no against me… and somehow he had managed to stick his giant prim attachment ‘penis’ into my ear. It was disturbing… shocking… rude… not only was it, abnormally huge… like… not attractive anymore… also this guy was… looking like a newbie… I jumped of my seat and started to walk around with my friend, caus the bar wasn’t a safe place after all it seemed. Then something awfull happened… my friend crashed. Her internet connection didn’t seem to like Second Life much, or is it the other way around… So there I was, all alone, fully dressed in the land of sex and orgy… naked newbies coming at me. I teleported out of there as fast as I could, was relieved to be back at my place. I took a long bath and thought about anything but naked people. Well… at least I didn’t think about naked newbie people with the awfull hair and skin…
