The Secondlife Newspaper RED LIGHT

Interview with Cindy "Zig Zag" Babii of ZZ Studios

2009-09-22T07:47:00.005+01:00

One of the more famous (or infamous) characters in online comics is Zig Zag, the owner/star of an “adult” movie studio. Created by Max Blackrabbit, the character she adopted by Eric Scwartz into his popular Internet strip “Sabrina Online” - the title character answers a want-ad for a webmaster and to her surprise finds it’s to her studio, though takes the job despite her embarrassment, leading to a number of misadventures. The comic itself has a PG 13-rating, with no nudity and one swear word in over ten years of online publication.

As it turns out, there is a ZZ Studios here in Second Life. It is located in the southeastern part of the Falcon Valley sim. Besides being a social area, the place makes and sells it’s own “blue movies." I recently had a chance to meet up with the owner for a few questions.

Bixyl Shuftan: So, how did you get the idea of bringing ZZ Studios to Second Life?
Cindy Babii: Well, I guess it started the first day I joined Second Life. Within two hours, I knew I wanted to be Zig Zag. And after I got my avie, which was 24 hours later, I’ve always been ZZ. After that, I was always asked if I was going to make a studio.
Oh, we do have a scrap book down stairs of the last studio. Okay to answer your question (laughter), I guess because I was asked a lot if I was going to make ZZ Studios, the support of friends made it all come together. And from then on, it’s turned into a little family. I have staff still from the first days still working here, about three years ago I think.
Bixyl Shuftan: Do you prefer to be called Cindy or Zig Zag?
Cindy Babii: Whichever you prefer, hun.
Bixyl Shuftan: So how has the Studio progressed since the beginning? I recall it started out as one single building in another sim.
Cindy Babii: Yes at Fur Pleasure. As you can see, we (now) fill a 1/4 sim pretty well. We've come from picture stories to full motion movies. You can see the samples of those in the theater.
Bixyl Shuftan: Besides the samples, do the movies have some plot, or are they mostly, action?
Cindy Babii: Oh all our stories have a plot. It’s more enjoyment to be drawn into a story. Iv’e always told anyone can show pictures of sex. You just have to give more thought to it.
Bixyl Shuftan: So what have been some of the more memorable moments of the club?
Cindy Babii: Oh that would be the premieres of the new movies. We always get so many at one time, we crash the sim. but everyone enjoys themselves and some get to see their avs on the big screen for the first time.
Bixyl Shuftan: Sounds like you have a really good time.
Cindy Babii: Yes, we’ve always been proud of the crowds we draw on a daily basis, and the friendlyness of the staff that calls ZZ Studios home.
Bixyl Shuftan: What are some of the challenges of running an adult media company in Second Life?
Cindy Babii: (laughter) Thats a good question. Well, the main challenge was making sure it was done in a tasteful and mature manner. No naked noobie avies running around asking for sex. As for the business part, at the time we started there were only a few furry mags. And a few, you know, even started from ZZ studios.
Bixyl Shuftan: Sounds like you've started some success stories.
Cindy Babii: Yes it’s a lot of fun. That’s the first rule here: *have fun.* Second is *no drama.*
Bixyl Shuftan: Those rules I’m sure everyone enjoys.
Cindy Babii: Ohh yes.
Bixyl Shuftan: Have the artists most connected to the character “Zig Zag,”Max BlackRabbit and Eric Scwartz, had anything to say about your version of her studio?
Cindy Babii: Max saw the very first studio with DC Rabbit and loved it. ... I can happily say I’ve been told my avie is the closest to Zig Zag the artists have seen. .... took two years to finally get it this way.
Bixyl Shuftan: Sounds like a lot of work went into it.
Cindy Babii: yes thanks to some great builders
Bixyl Shuftan: Getting back to the Studio, how many job applications do you get? What are you most looking for in an applicant?
Cindy Babii: I get about 5 to 10 a week. And as for what were looking for, first thing I look for is style, original looks and use of color and clothes. Being able to edit your avie is another good point because we have been know to ask actors to do some weird stuff during filming.
Bixyl Shuftan: Some articles in real-life news have stated more women have been viewing adult films. Have your movies in Second Life seen increased viewership by women as well?
Cindy Babii: We’ve always had more women at ZZ Studios than men. (laughter) Some guys have found that out the hard way.
Bixyl Shuftan: Have you had any problems with griefers or lechers?
Cindy Babii: That is one thing we’ve never had a big problem with. Like i said were a pretty tight group, and never seem to draw a lot of griefers or other problems that you will see on Second Life.
Bixyl Shuftan: Well, that is good news.
Cindy Babii: Yes, I would say if your looking for a mature place to hang out in Second Life with an adult feel, we have some of the hottest and friendliest staff. We have people who come here to just lay on the beach and relax, and have been doing it for years.
Bixyl Shuftan: Any particularly notable bloopers in making the movies, or at the parties?
Cindy Babii: Oh, for the movies one thing I like to do is being in the background somewhere in a scene of every movie, be it a tail shot or me some where in the distance.
Bixyl Shuftan: Like how Alfred Hitchcock was in every movie of his?
Cindy Babii: (Grins and laughs) Just like that. It’s something fun to look for.
Bixyl Shuftan: (smirks) I'll keep that in mind if I see one soon. In “Sabrina Online,” ZZ Studios eventually did a few short films other than adult fare. Are there plans for you to do similar (although not necesarily what the comic did)?
Cindy Babii: No probally not. This is a porn studio first. And like they say, sex sales and bill have to be payed, hehehe.
Bixyl Shuftan: (chuckles a bit) When I talked to one of the staff, she mentioned there was going to be some roleplaying in part of the sim. Did you have anything to add on the subject?
Cindy Babii: No hun, that is her project to see through.
Oh, one thing to make note of is all avie types are welcomed here. We don’t restrict anyone from coming here as long as there mature and respectful of others.
Bixyl Shuftan: On another note,there has been quite a bit of talk about Linden Labs' Adult Content plans. How will they affect the studio?
Cindy Babii: If it does it will only effect us for the better. As of right now it doesnt effect us one bit. But as we know that could change tomorrow.
Bixyl Shuftan: How might it be for the better in the case of your studio?
Cindy Babii: We would have more land, more prims, and I hear it might be cheaper land.
Bixyl Shuftan: Interesting, people usually dread how it might affect them.
Cindy Babii: The only thing to dread is the move. (laughter) And I’ve moved so many times, I can do it in about two hours. Also, we have the back-up Rainbow Tiger studio land.
Bixyl Shuftan: Any events in the near future that visitors might want to drop by and see?
Cindy Babii: Well, we always have something playing in the theater, plus the bi-monthly tail sale. That’s always worth looking into.
Bixyl Shuftan: So some of the stars put themselves up for bids? Or just the fan group?
Cindy Babii: Oh no, a lot of the stars are up for grabs. And sometimes I sneak up there.
Bixyl Shuftan: (smirks) I'll let a freind know if I ever notice.
Cindy Babii: (laughter) There's always my stunt doubles.
It was at this moment a nearby staff member commented “Hey I’m no stunt double,” which led to a bit of joking around for a minute.
Bixyl Shuftan: Someone you'd like to mention, Cindy?
Cindy Babii: Yes. Darkefur Fraker is one I would like to. She does over and beyond for the studio. ... I guess that’s why we’ve survived so easily.
Bixyl Shuftan: Sounds like she's been your right hand lady.
Cindy Babii: Yes, for along time. ... She has a cool line of bikes she works hard on. She holds one hell of a bike night. (laughter) She wont let me bring out any of my bikes.
Bixyl Shuftan: Oh, why is that?
Cindy Babii: Well they’re (high) prim showpieces ... high detail. (laughter) She says it’s not fair.
Bixyl Shuftan: Any future plans for the studio you'd like to share?
Cindy Babii: We like to keep new changes a surprise because of the copying factor in Second Life.
Bixyl Shuftan: Anything else that you'd like to add?
Cindy Babii: Just *come on down and enjoy yourself at ZZ Studios*
It was then that the interview concluded. Cindy invited me to stay as long as I wanted and interact with the others, and we went our separate ways.
Cindy Babii: Ok hun ... you have a great day and good luck.
Bixyl Shuftan: You too Cindy. I guess I shouldn't bother with (calling you) Ms. Zumbroski
(http://www.sabrina-online.com/strips/SabOnline88.GIF)
Cindy Babii: (laughter) No no, that’s too long.

Bixyl Shuftan

Choices , Choices, Choices !

2009-08-22T05:39:00.000+01:00

The Healing Potentials of Cybersex

2009-04-28T10:50:00.003+01:00

by Penny Sautereau-Fife

Yes you read that title right. No I'm not any kind of doctor. I am however slowly dying, trapped in a broken down, crumbling body wracked with constant excruciating pain that can barely function. So that's the direction I'm coming from as I write this.

Now, first of all, yes I'm aware of the fact that saying cybersex out loud more often than not is met at best with polite looks of pitiable disdain, and at worst by the giggles of sniggering teenagers making jokes about typing one-handed. Many people don't really understand cybersex. Why on earth would anyone want to masturbate to words on a screen?

Well, first of all, masturbating to words is hardly a new concept. Erotica has been around for centuries. The imagination is one of the most potent and powerful sexual characteristics of most human beings. Seriously, why else do you think a woman coyly biting on a pencil or eating a banana can make men into gooey puddles just as easily as any full frontal nudity in Playboy could? Sometimes your imagination can be more arousing than the real thing.

But, you may ask, even considering this fact, how then can cybersex be healing? Isn't it still just typing one-handed to pornographic text?

Well, that depends on the context. Positive thinking people will always try to say there's someone out there for everyone. Negative thinking people will insist if you have to get sex online you must be pathetic. Those of us in the middle who are just simply realistic know the truth is in the middle. We live in a very shallow beauty-obsessed society. And very often, people who are too fat, or too plain, or physically crippled or disfigured simply won't be able to get past the pre-conceived notions most people in real life have.

So where does Cybersex come in?

First of all, online, you aren't held back by the stigmas that may be attached to however it is you look. I'll use the MMO game Second Life as an example as that of late is where I spend most of my time. Let's first do a quick comparison, of my own case.

REAL LIFE

- Suffering from several health ailments and debilitating conditions. In so much pain moving is a painful chore. Sex life with my wife is nearly non-existent without serious painkillers. Severely limited wardrobe due to minimal finances. Must use a wheelchair to get around outside of the house. Overweight, very plain-looking at best, putting on make-up is far too huge an effort to bother with except for important events. Generally unable to get out to meet people or socialize. Very few local friends who could visit me.

SECOND LIFE, ONLINE

- No extra body fat. All the intricate tattoos I ever wanted, arranged sexily. Nearly unlimited wardrobe of sexy clothing, limited only by my imagination as to what I can create in Photoshop. No mobility issues. Beautiful body and face. Pain never an issue. Sexual function limited only by my imagination. More friends than I can count.

Are you seeing the pattern here? I'm not pretty on the outside in real life, and except for my wits and hands I'm barely functional. But on the computer, my mind and personality are freed of all my limitations.

Now you may still be asking at this point, but how does cybersex have healing potential just because you can be sexy online?

Well, it's simple. Cybersex is still human interaction, even online. It requires to people to open up sexually and mingle. And when it's good, it spurs the imagination, getting your brain working in overdrive on several levels. The more excited you get reading your lover's sexy innuendos or blunt passionate statements, the more endorphins you release. The more you excite your partner with a creative and arousing turn of a phrase, the more your self-esteem gets a boost from knowing that, with only your fingertips typing and your imagination flaring, you're giving someone miles away joy and pleasure, making someone feel better, making someone happy.

I can't speak for everyone but in my own case my physical pain is so great I can't even masturbate, so I don't do the much yapped about "one handed typing" like most. I am however capable of achieving orgasm purely from intense mental stimulation, and I get that by pleasing those I love online. As does my wife, who also plays on Second Life to compensate for my real life inabilities. Freed of my physical limitations and open to letting my imagination show me the freedom cybersex gives me to do things my body just never could manage in real life, the emotional pleasure and intellectual stimulation I get from my online interactions, I can honestly say, keeps me going some days. The happiness I derive from making my wife and my online lovers happy and joyful through my imaginative typing gives me the drive to keep living through the mess of my real body.

And for others, who are perhaps only limited by societal definitions of beauty, it's a chance to feel loved for their personality. I know a lot of people who have in fact met their wives and husbands this way, because with the awkward social limitations out of the way and not influencing the getting to know you process, they were able to connect on a more personal and layered level, falling for the person rather than the looks. I know several other people who are perfectly content to keep things online alone. I know people who consider themselves married to people they'll never meet in real life and are happy that way, because their online relationships fulfill their needs and they get to keep their real life unfettered.

Emotional healing can be more important sometimes than physical healing. There's nothing that can be done for any of the conditions I live with. I know I am GOING to die within the next few years, barring my own will to live. But my soul is kept healthy and strong by my interactions online and my wife.

And the will to keep going is better medicine than damn near anything. Not that I'll be giving up my percosets anytime soon, but the life I live online makes the life I have offline worth muddling through.

Reporters of Gor: The Kajira Chronicles Book 2

2009-04-22T08:18:00.002+01:00

This article, this instalment of the Reporters of Gor series will likely be the last such for a good long while. (at least if I can help it) I have seen Gor, I have spent weeks within it, but overall, the experience was a negative one. I realize now I hung on for as long as I did simply because I've always enjoyed roleplaying, but even this was not terribly entertaining since I personally don't consider “Get me some Paga Beast” to be terribly engaging roleplay. It is for this an other reasons I feel that I am done with gor, but here are some of my final thoughts on the matter, submitted for your consideration and for my inevitable rise to fame and glory.

So, to start from the beginning by the time I became a kajira I had already mostly gotten over my hatred for the philosophy of Gor, not because I didn't despise it anymore but simply because I no longer concerned myself with it. (In other words I did my best to repress that bullshit as much as I could.) Now I've been given to understand most Kajira become so either by being captured or by simply surendering themselves in general to a gorean city or “homestone.” I, being the smart slut, took the time to selectively choose and negotiate my enslavement before actually roleplaying it out. It actually worked quite well, resulting in a tragic roleplay of a women who feels she has lost her purpose in life submitting in order to find new purpose. Sounds cheesy I know but I assure you at the time it was an intense experience. Sadly though it was one of only a few worthwhile roleplaying experience I had.

So then I was a slave... now what? It's not like I am unfamiliar with being a submissive, I wanted to see what being a gorean slave was like though, and I rapidly learned the main difference was instead of simply being submissive to my carefully chosen master, I had to be submissive to almost everyone. (So fine? I can put up with that right? Might even be fun. Ya... Only not so much.) You see dear readers the main problem is that to far to many people, the ideal submissive kajira is one that never really says or does anything except when ordered to do so. If you don't see a problem with this, the fuck you. I own a few slaves myself and I know a good mistress has a responsibility to give her pets more to do then just “Sit down and shut up.” Those that think otherwise are mistreating their toys and are probably going to find themselves without any before terribly long, or at least without any slaves worth having. And as I have said before, no slaves, no Gor.

Now by this point some of my female readers are probably working themselves into a good “all men as chauvinistic assholes” ranting mood. But before you do, let me stop you. It was the men of tetrapoli who were actually the most likable (with one notable exception) and understood that Gor is roleplay and just because you can call me a beast IC (in character for those of you unfamiliar with the lingo) doesn't mean I'm not a real person with thoughts and the desire to express them. And they would make an effort IC to involve me in their roleplay, to give me something to do, some more successfully then others but the effort was made.

So it wasn't men of gor that were the problem as I though they would be. Nay in Tetrapoli I was in fact betrayed by my own gender. Yes, while the Free Men of Gor proved themselves to be mostly likable, the Free Women (FW) proved themselves time and again to be complete power-tripping BITCHES! (And here I had thought I was supposed to be the bitch.) regarding myself and my fellow Kajira with at best casual disdain but generally with a “How dare you speak in my presence whore!” attitude. (To put it generously) What's worse is that this attitude is not only regarded as acceptable but is even expected. Now I don't want to say that your a completely worthless facsimile of a human being if your biggest source of entertainment is being a complete bitch to people. I just want to strongly imply it. And thus I encourage a good 80% of the free women population of Gor to pucker up and kiss my sexy ass. (Hmm on the other hand thats not much of a punishment.) Find some other way to roleplay or go fuck yourself with a baseball bat. (For those of you without baseball bats, IM me and I'll happily provide you with one.) The other 20% of you get a kiss and a cookie (Again I'll happily provide them.)

It should be noted that yes, there were some redeemable FW in gor, I even attended a roleplaying workshop for them (though this was when i was a kajira, but then the major topic of discussion was roleplaying interactions between FW and kajira) and while a few of them including the lead speaker seemed to understand my point when I addressed the speaker and said that I felt too many FW roleplayed poorly with the kajira and that being a total bitch was hardly the best way to roleplay with others, it seemed many, including a particularly vocal specimen considered my arguments to be utterly without worth simply because i was a kajira and it is inappropriate for kajira to think or to form opinions, let alone express them, and if I were a good kajira I would never have thought up or voiced my arguments. Therefor I am not a good kajira and therefor I don't understand Gor and therefor my arguments must be totally false and groundless. Q.E.D. Faced with the bullet-proof logic I and my sister (who was watching over my shoulder) were left with absolutely no alternative but to burst into howls of laughter. (And frankly I still had to clean up their logic for your benefit readers.)

It wasn't long after that incident that I was freed from captivity, my owner realizing that I was never going to be a good little kajira. (Which I have taken as a compliment.) So, stopping only to set fire to few metaphorical bridges, I departed Tetrapoli, likely never to return. I will however, say one thing in the defence of that particular sim though not for Gor in general, just before I left there was a motion to improve the quality of roleplay for kajira and to organize more events, but I left before anything had really started.

So, to summarize....... Screw you guys, I 'm going home.

Though before I do I would like to take a moment to address some of the feedback from my last gorean article. Honestly I have little to say in response, some of you have offered potentially valid criticism of my work. While I myself feel that 3+ weeks of research was quite adequate, I am not and will not pretend to be gorean, I have never read any of the books, just quotations from them. That said, I am not some self-righteous puritan who feels that all BDSM is sick. I do and have owned slaves myself, and overall I quite enjoy some aspects of BDSM. And then of course there were those of you who's opinions have shown themselves be slightly less the valid. I'd say you know who you are, but I really doubt that, so I'll just have to say the rest of us know who you are.

Joan Sweetwater

How to pick up.... Me

2009-03-28T16:37:00.003Z

I was not long ago that I was fist gifted with the privelge of meeting some of my fans, though they were unrelated I was first contacted by them within hours of each other.
Now by this point in my second life, I can generally expect about two people I've never met before IMing me to try to get into my pants, some are up front about it, some employ the more smoke and mirrors approach but these two were notable in that they both had read my articles and enjoyed them. Now one was a pretty cool girl who wanted to get an article of her own in SL-newspaper and the other was a somewhat less then cool, but these and my other experiences have lead me to write a brief “Pick up guide” for horny guys and gals looking to meet someone. (like say... me)

Now I've written before about the importance of having class. Apparently some of you didn't get the message. Asking me to “Be your cam-whore and have sex with dogs on webcam” before I have even so much as seen your avatar IS NOT class. (to quote a friend “Dogs are sooo 2008”) And while I'm sure that many of you readers have stopped by this point imagining exactly that (for which I can hardly blame them) those who forge on will likely agree with me that perhaps a bit more tact is required. (Like say... any at all.)

Now that said, it is also not wise to be “too” gentlemanly, particularly not over a long period. Doing so runs the risk of establishing yourself firmly in the “just friends” category. The reason for this is that sex has a way of changing relationships and if a “friendly” relationship grows comfortable I, and others like me, are reluctant to risk changing it with sex.

Be interesting! I can't stress this enough, if you want someone to give you the time of day, it's likely best not to have a blank profile and to just open with “Hi” Odds are you wont even get a response. A few jokes and double entendre can go a long way. And it helps to be a least a bit of a pervert, because those that only want to have missionary sex on a bed in private are probably monogamous anyway, so have a fantasy and don't be afraid to express it to avoid the endless “What do you want to do? I dunno what do you want to do? I dunno...” (you get the idea) if you let it fall into that, then your probably going to lose his or her interest and if they have shown interest in a random stranger, chances are they are kinky themselves.

Lastly, call the next day if you enjoyed it. Don't count on being called back even if you think your partner had a good time, alot of people aren't confident enough to make the grab for that second date, so if you want it, go for it. Just remember the second date does not the lifelong commitment make. It's great to say “I really enjoyed yesterday, I'd like to see you again and see where this goes.” It is not great to say “I really enjoyed yesterday. Please don't think I'm creepy but I wrote a love sonnet about how beautiful you are and how wonderful our family will be. Don't worry I'll take care of everything, in fact I've already prepared a couple different styles of wedding invitations you can send out to your friends and I've prepared a list of possible names for the beautiful children we will have. And don't worry lover, I'm not a creepy stalker, I'm not trying to force you into anything you don't want to do. Oh and btw I already booked our wedding for Thursday next week at 1pm. See I told you I'll take care of everything.” (What the hell is it about me that keeps attracting the latter type?)

By Joan Sweetwater

Who to the What Now?

2009-03-23T16:23:00.003Z

By Penny Sautereau
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Well this is New and Xciting

2009-03-19T12:20:00.006Z

Well with Gor out of the way, its time for me to get back into the saddle so to speak. I needed something new and exciting, something that would inspire me to write somthing so mindblowingly awesome that not only would the Nobel Prize Committee recognize my genius, they would be forced to create the Nobel Sex Journalism Prize just to capture the sheer magnitude of my awesome. Only problem is, I wasnt sure what to write about.

Well I have found the answer dear readers, a rather exciting one to. Xciteing that is (Yes I'm going to Pun-Hell, I know.) And as you've no doubt deduced by now I'm refering to XCITE. A store, indeed a brand, that caters to those who want to upgrade their avatar with a bit more interactivity. Oh sure any fresh off the welcome island can quickly obtain a free, automicaly correct skin and a cock if they are male or "other". I mean I'm certain we've all seen people on SL who seem to exist purely for the purpose of having sex and don't even bother to put in the time and effort to write a profile.

But some people prefer a little something extra, something that can seperate us from the unwashed masses of over-eager newbs. One of perhaps the best product for this is XCITE body parts, which allow other people to interact with your body simply by touching the appropriate body part. For example if someone wanted to say, bite my nipple, they could simply click on my breasts and then select bite from the menu. This stiumulus would then be fed through the xcite hud, potentialy causing arousal depending on how I've set my kinks (yes you can customize your kinks) and genetrates a short emote in chat automaticly (can be set to either say, whisper or IM the emote.) With enough stiumulation I can even be forced to cum, putting me in a nice "orgasmic" animation. I can also do things to myself using the same system too. One nice feature is the ability to "react" to touches, I could for example blow the person touching a kiss, or i could punch them in the face, or ban then from touching me outright. Then there is the handy little feature of XCITE parts being upgradable with fun little features and sex toys for about 150-500L a pop.

I learned one little feature of XCITE mostly by accident a few days ago, namely that XCITE body parts can interact with eachother. Oh sure I had read that in the store but had never actually seen it at work until i went to a party, one thing lead to another (as things usually do at any party worth going to) and soon I was masturbating on the dance floor. Everyone was laughing and having a good time when I came, suddenly one of my fellow dancers, a women I happen to know, said her XCITE pregnancy hud had reacted to it. (She had been trying to get pregnant with her SL husband and had so far had no luck.) so in spite of the fact that I lacked the equipment to do so (like say a penis), and indeed was across the room from her at the time, there is every chance i may have knocked her up depending on what menu she selected.... so ya.. things might be a bit awkward with her husband after this article goes up. ;P

But as potentially cool as that is, there is one very major problem with XCITE, that being that some people use it a sexual crutch, thinking that just selecting menu items and having it play short emotes counts as a replacement for actual emoting on their parts. Frankly I despise that even more then I despise those who only want to talk about how hard they are and how HAWT a particular sex animation is. (Seriously what the fuck is so hard about emoting actions? /me bitch-slaps the lot of you. >:p) And of course there is the minor problem with placement and coloration. THey try to make it as simple as possible but sometimes there are difficulties.

Et finalment (Yes not only am i bi-sexual, I'm bi-lingual too) it would be remiss of me to fail to mention the "tokon slave hud system" for all the subs and doms out there. Its a pretty versitle piece of sex-tech that works with XCITE (though having XCITE stuff isnt required) it lets you create and save your own positions, macros and sounds as well as coming with its own stuff pre-loaded (my favourite one is "that's no moon, that's a space station") the interface itself is very intuitive but the method for creating your own content is not. MY favourite thing about it is that the hud itself works with any on the tolken collars, cuffs and hud you have, and is priced very reasonably, allowing one to purchace a slave hud and collar for about the sameprice one might expect for a mid-range collar.

Til next time, Joan Sweetwater

Reporters of Gor: The Kajira Chronicles Book 1

2009-03-13T07:58:00.000Z

Those of you who have been following my adventures in SL and those who read my last article “The Free Women Chronicles” knew I wouldn’t last long in the particular role of an oppressed, icy, bitch queen who wasn’t allowed to so much as express sexual desire, let alone get laid. (Or to use the shorter name, a “Free” Women.) But in Tetrapoli, a by-the-book gorean sim, there was really only two other options for a women: become a slave, or become an outlaw. Given the fact that I didn’t have any weapons it seemed outlaw wasn’t exactly the best idea, thus I was left with slave, which in the world of gor are called “Kajira.”

Let us be clear, Gor is founded on the principals of slavery, according to the fiction, slavery has been an accepted social institution upon Gor for thousands of years. Without Kajira Gor wouldn’t exist, nevermind become an Internet phenomenon. Indeed to some devotees of Gor, free women are just Kajira who havn’t been collared yet. Women can be captured or otherwise “forced collared” any number of ways, and their slavery is instantly recognized once they have the collar around their neck, leaving them with no legal recourse except a life of servitude or a slow painful death. This in itself is not what makes me spew liquid hate from eyes, after all, many submissives crave exactly that sort of situation, where they can be used, abused and treated like animals without any sort of recourse. So if that’s what they want, fine. To each their own and all that hippy crap.

What really pisses me off about Kajira, is how far it’s taken, the insane heights to which people follow the rules that were never intended to ever leave the pages of fiction. I spoke to one man who told me of the first Kajira he ever owned, how much he adored her, and how much he was devastated when she was captured in a raid and he never saw her again. I’m sorry but being captured doesn’t take landmarks out of your inventory, the only thing keeping her from returning are RP rules.. except oh wait, you say the pirates used illegal weapons to fend off the recovery raid? Then why the fuck is she still playing by the rules when they aren’t? I mean come on people, go into your damn inventory, click the LM and click teleport. This isn’t rocket science people.

However, there is one thing, one thing above all others that grants Kajira a special place on my litany of hate, on my list of things that beg for to be set on fire and have their ashes ejected into the sun. And that dear readers was when I learned one simple fact, Gor exists in real life.. Yes that’s right, take a moment to thing about that… There are real Kajira in the world, and not simply in some third world backwater where the slave trade still exists but in the modern “civilized” world as well (If you think we’ve really done away with slavery in the world then I’m sure you’ll believe I’m the virgin princess of Moon and me, my friends and our mystical talking cat go around defeating tentacle monsters by tossing jewellery and sparkly bubbles at them.)

Oh I’m sure some of these RL Kajira enjoy their lives, they get to spend their days playing Second Life while their master works, and so what if their ankle is chained to the bed, that just adds to the thrill. But when someone is put in the hospital simply because of a fight with their master and they actually argue with me that there is nothing wrong with that? FUCK!!! What the hell are you people thinking?! You can go on about the virtues of “Slave love” and how being treated like an animal, giving everything up to serve another lets you “truly be a women” but SERIOUSLY?! I’m going to say this once people, so try to pay attention. Roleplaying is a fine and lovely thing, but remember that it is roleplay. Some things are fictional for a reason, and Gor is one of them.

Lastly, a thought occurs to me through the haze of cold hate and despair for mankind, for those of you who are having second thoughts about Gor, check out Surrendered Scorpion, a support group and sim for people like yourself. (LM)

By Joan Sweetwater

Snapshot of SL

2009-03-08T10:30:00.002Z

By Joan Sweetwater
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Pimp Slapped

2009-03-02T08:15:00.002Z

Hey Baby, looking for a good time? (If you answered no to this your probably reading the wrong section, but I digress) I'm certain we are all familiar with the concept of prostitution, love it or hate it is the worlds oldest profession (other than the one people had to be able to pay prostitutes of course) but I myself have never had cause to experience first hand until just recently. It was an odd little experience but one I think is worth relating.

It was a bright and sunny Sunday afternoon (thanks mostly to SL time control) and I had just finished attending the SL-newspaper staff meeting and photoshoot. I was just getting ready to find some way to amuse myself when SUDDENLY (Dun Dun Duhhhhh) someone I had never met or heard of before IMs me. Since I had nothing better to do I replied, saying hello and asking if I could help him, thinking maybe he wanted to give me a lead for a story. (He didn't really, but he gave one to me anyway you might say.)He was rather straight to the point, asking me how much it would cost to let him watch me having sex with a horse. (In SL obviously. :p)

Well needless to say I was rather taken aback. But I didn't turn him down right away, I asked a few questions and then thought to myself “You know this would be a great opportunity for my pet” and so about 5 minutes later I was standing in a street, surrounded by bestiality toys, a man I've never met standing in front of me and Triak Lynagh (My toy and now Whore for Hire. And as a side note its not often I get people ASKING to be identified by name is these types of stories.) leashed and collared next to me.

After a very quick discussion with the man on what he actually wanted I took my payment (I probably undercharged him but its not like there is some sort of “Prostitute collage” I can learn this stuff at... is there?) and ordered Triak to get it on with a centaur while I myself turned to an actual horse. Ten minutes later he said goodbye and left us. Leaving myself with the easiest lindens I ever made, Triak completely humiliated (Always a good thing in my books) and my good friend Christina momentarily horrified when I told her about it. (Which was amusing.)

Now I know some people are going to think I let myself get taken advantage of, but honestly, I don't feel that way. To me what I did has little difference from any other paid performance, from juggling to DJing. I performed, I made someone feel good, and I got paid, that was really all there was to it. Well that and the fact that Triak Lynagh has been asking me to whore her out for my own benifit for weeks now. (And really, how can I say no to being a Pimp?) So all in all I can't help but feel like if anyone was being taken advantage of it was him, not myself. Though really I dont feel like either of us were used to advantage. All three of us got something we wanted, case closed.

That said I'm going to steadfastly refuse to make any comments about prostitution in general at this juncture, but the one experience I had in SL I would say I would quiet eagerly do again. (And I would even more eagerly order Triak to do it again too. ^_^)

Joan Sweetwater

Cyber Sex: It Really Isn't Rocket Science

2009-02-17T10:49:00.003Z

Have you ever decided to do the SL equivalent of a one night stand with someone only to find that instead of a passionate mature lover you end up with someone that is probably Thirteen? Have you ever faked a SL crash or a sudden RL emergency simply to escape from really really bad cyber sex? Well I don't know about you readers but I've done that and then some. And those experiences have compelled me to transcribe three very basic, very simple rules for cyber sex that can be applied to any situation.
To be honest I feel a little silly writing this, simply by virtue of the fact that if you're a reader of Red Light then you probably don't need this advice. But as the comments section occasionally reminds us some of you are complete utter douches. And even if not you can always point your awful partner in the direction of this article. (You know.. maybe give me some more hits? That orgy tub isn't going to pay for itself.)

RULE 1.) Thou shalt have some class.

Hey guys, how ya doing? Feeling horny? Want to get with that drop dead gorgeous little Asian chick over there? Yaaa she's hot isn't she? I mean her body is just begging to be felt up.... Ok now stop! Do not! Absolutely do not open a conversation with asking to grope her. Don't even let it be anywhere near your opener. It's not that I don't appreciate a little directness, its that you might as well be wearing a neon sign saying “WARNING VIRGIN!!! SLEEPING WITH ME WILL HAUNT YOU FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!!!” Don't greet someone with something stupid like “OMG u r so HOT!!! i wana suck ur titis!!!”

RULE 2.) Thou shalt EMOTE!

Yes Emote is in capital letters. It's that important. I've lost track of the number of times I've been with a n00b who is so overwhelmed by the magic of poseballs all they do is tell me how hard or wet they are and occasionally what they are doing in to themselves in real life. Cyber Sex is NOT a porno. If all you want to do is watch some porn there are plenty of free sites on the Internet. Cyber Sex is about describing your actions, thoughts and feelings. If your not sure how, my advice is to read a few erotic stories on the Internet.

RULE 3.) Thou shalt possess basic spelling and grammar abilities!

This one shouldn't even need an explanation. I can't very well get off with you if I have no idea what your saying because your typing like you've taken a few blows to the head.
So there you go readers, 3 basic simple rules even someone whose been in SL only 5 minutes should be able to understand. (Though I still suspect it's beyond the grasp of a few people I could name.) Obviously these aren't the only 3 commandments of cyber sex, but it should get you started. And quite frankly if you can't master these I suggest you consider getting an a-sexual avatar.. because that will be only way your getting any before too long.

Joan Sweetwater

Reporters Of Gor: The Freewomen Chronicles

2009-02-07T12:12:00.004Z

I first learned about Gor from a friend of mine soon after I joined SL. And by “heard about” I do of course mean “strictly warned away from”. This was much like telling me not to think of purple unicorn. Once I had been warned away from it I simply knew I had to see it., and not simply see it. I had to experience it for myself. I had to go..... Undercover. (Dun Dun DUHHHHHH)

But where and how to go undercover was the question. Where and how. I briefly scoured a particular gorean sim and was largely ignored by two female pirates who were apparently trying to enslave each other. Something that was surprisingly boring to watch I have to say. It was only a while after that I discovered Tetrapoli.

Now Tetrapoli is an extremely traditional, by-the-books Gorean sim. (Yes Gor is apparently a series of 27 novels written by John Norman... who quite frankly strikes me as being Marqi DeSade's little brother, but more on that later. And if your reading this Mr. Norman I would like to respectfully say FUCK YOU!!!! Well perhaps that's a bit harsh, we both know your a hack and you couldn't have expected this thing to catch on like it has.) This Sim initially proved extremely useful, it provided me with a brown burlap sack to wear... err I mean a freewomen dress, complete with the required shitty veil, but more importantly it had a library where I could learn about Gor. And I can assure you dear reader... even now I doubt I grasp the full scope of Gor and Gorean philosophy.

I will say this... my first impressions of Gor were not favourable.. indeed I felt as though the fortress of my mind was being Lain to Siege by the forces of stupidity and bigotry. It was a trial, the battle was desperate and there seemed to be no limits to enemy. The opening assault consisted of learning Gor's views on women. Which to summarise: Women are slaves. Slavery is the natural state for women and even freewomen secretly desire the collar.

It was during this assault that I was approached by a frankly damned sexy Kajira (the gorean word for slave) she was polite and respectful to the extreme, referring to me as Mistress the entire time we spoke. First she took me on a tour of the city, then she insisted on purchasing a new, shorter, hair for me. Because the Long hair i usually wore was only fit for slaves... Now this demonstrated two things to me, the residents of tetrapoli can be extremely kind, going out of their way to help newcomers. And that they are extremely traditional in their values.

So during all this I asked her some questions, hit on her a bit, agreed to wear the shorter hair during my stay in gor and created a backstory, since Gorean sims are all generally Roleplaying sims. And when I returned the next day to resume my studies, (I found very quickly that I could not endure more then an hour or two of study without being filled with an intense desire to murder people.) I had the distinct pleasure of speaking to a Gorean man, who again, was kind, though slightly less courteous owing to the natural dominance of men in the world of Gor, indeed any man can enslave any women for any reason in that setting, though there are a few socially accepted rules regarding it. Again my mind was besieged by stupid as I was cautioned against “Slut-like behavior” (apparently FW aren't allowed to display any sexual desire at all) and told that it's alright because as a free women I am allowed to speak freely, as though I was being done a fucking favour.

Enough was enough, the siege had gone on long enough, it was time for the counter attack. I took up my HAMMER OF JUDGMENT (*Thunderclap*), forged in the fires of Mount Doom itself and lead a devastating charge against the enemy. My fingers danced over the keyboard, marshaling my words to create an article of pure liquid HATE! But I sure the astute among you have realized while this article is certainly negative so far. It can hardly be called a creation of PURE HATE! And why is that? Simply because you are not reading that article,because my devastating charge was routed. Routed when I spoke to the first freewomen I met. We had a long conversation about Gor, and I realized, that while the underlying philosophy is distasteful to me, there are defiantly some redeeming qualities for it. And thus I as forced to set down my HAMMER OF JUDGEMENT (*Thunderclap*) and exchange it for the MALLET OF CIRCUMSTANTIAL DISAPPROVAL (*Milk on Rice Crispies*)

So I erased the article I had already written and wrote the one you are reading now. About my brief experiences as a Freewomen in Gor. I can't say I enjoyed my time as a Freewomen. But then it was never for me. For a women like the one I had spoken too, it was a pleasant escape from the real world, a place where “A women can be treated like a women.” And while I may not understand that viewpoint, I can respect that she and the freewomen like her hold it. Of course for me there was never any consideration of remaining a freewomen. I had to understand the Kajira, and since then my opinions have changed even more....but for that dear reader you'll have to wait a bit....

By Joan Sweetwater
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N0 Limits

2009-02-03T13:10:00.006Z

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Dark, and Somewhat Delightful

2009-01-30T13:26:00.003Z

“Well.. this is certainly... hmmm I don't seem to really know a word that combines cool and mildly disturbing” Was what I first thought to myself when I first beheld the Dark Delights store after randomly clicking on their link in the LM search. What I saw there.... will have to wait until the second paragraph. Why you ask? Well because everything should start with a little foreplay.

(Well that and the whole “mature content” thing.) So read on dear reader and join me for another edition of Joan Sweetwater, Succubus at Large.

I'm going to assume that by now you've clicked passed the annoying little “Are you 18 or older” link, therefore proving beyond a shadow of a doubt your adultivity. (Because none who is below 18 could possibly hope to overcome that high tech obstacle.)

So let me tell you the first thing I saw when I entered was a centaur avatar for sale. And I'm certain it would get me in trouble with my editors to describe in detail exactly how anatomically correct that avatar is and the poses that go with it, so use your imagination. (hmm I wonder how many readers have been scared for life by the mental image? Oh well, to late. :-P)

So, Dark Delights, what the fuck is it? Well it's a tropical island sim featuring a nude beach, a jungle (with some hidden surprises for the adventurous) and the Dark Delights store, which to me was the main attraction, so I'll begin by discussing it.

I want to say two things right off the bat here, the Dark Delights store is both very complete and rather expensive. (Certainly too expensive for a newbie redlight reporter.) The store itself is something of an open air mall, with all three levels able to see the sky, allowing shoppers to easily fly between levels. The upper tier focuses on nude avatars (the best kind in my opinion ^_^), offering the aforementioned centaur avi in male, female and shemale variants, demon skins, wings both angelic and demonic, various types of cocks (cock, tail-cocks, horse-cocks... who knew a dick could come is so many varieties.... well obviously I did, but I can't hold everyone to my immaculate standard) and hud driven nipples, fun fun.

The second tier is a bit more varied, at least doing lip service to the idea of clothing, though I found the clothes offered to be lacking in variety and generally uninspired. I mean who really wants to buy 80 different variety's of a ripped tank top at 200L a pop? And 600L for a pair of boots? Ya, not me,but maybe I'm just cheap.

The ground floor was rather interesting with a strong focus on BDSM toys, as well a board of freebie stuff. It offers everything from some basic forniphilia slave-to-furniture gear, to numerous high-looking erotic torture devices (though they appeared to possess limited functionality) to toilet play to bestiality. Shoppers are welcome to try out these wares but real sex is discouraged, as is unsolicited IMing of fellow shoppers, though I was hit on twice in the three times I visited that store. (I guess everyone just wants to fuck the news girl ^_^)

Once I got out into the island proper I was greeted by the verrrry friendly natives on the island. Particularly on the nude beach. (I was there for under five minutes before I had two different guys trying to pick me up.) So its perhaps not the place for nudist women to go for some relaxation. (Unless you count sex as relaxation like I do.) And I'm sorry whatever you name is, but “You can write about me” is not a good pick-up line. (Come on people, I expect better from you)

Moving on from there I explored the jungle, to find it was not exactly unoccupied ^_^. I discovered that for a women who'd like enjoy some relatively private bestiality with the cute but not so innocent animals or tentacle sex in a tropical setting this place is pretty good particularly if you love to be rewarded for exploration. That said though this island is definitely not the best place for any kind of large scale orgy, as actual sex balls are few and most of them are for women who feel like getting fucked by something non-human.

And lastly I would be remiss if I did not mention the music, light relaxing electronica and classical mixed with deeply erotic female moaning, very well done and very very arousing. (Which I'm actually kinda mad about since it kept distracting me from writing this article ^_^)

So now at last we move to my final thoughts on the whole experience, and honestly I sort of torn to render a final verdict on the place, on the one hand I appreciate the variety of toys and skins offered by the store, I absolutely adore the music and I love being rewarded for jungle exploration with fun tentacle and bestial sex as well as a nice hideaway I found later in a tree. On the other hand many of the wares at Dark Delights are rather expensive and I can not honestly recommend this place to either single girls who just want to relax at a beach or to couples looking for somewhere to enjoy strait, lesbian or gay sex. There are just simply better places to go for these things then this. So ultimately what Dark Delights offers to you depends on what your looking for.

Joan Sweetwater

You don't know Jack.... err Joan

2009-01-27T08:45:00.004Z

Well sweet, I finally got my first article in SL-newspaper.com. I even have my own office now and everything.(Though there were a few slight problems with setting up my office, as the picture shows... I wonder what James is going to think of his new office ^_^)

After a quick overview of my extensive vocabulary the word that comes to mind that best describes this situation is W000T. Thats spelt with zeros not Os in case you were wondering. So readers, I am officially the new Red Light Reporter, now I don't want to say that I'm going to make you all my bitches just yet, I'm just saying that if you dropped your pants now and assumed the position, you might save us both some time. ;-p

Well what to follow up with then? How can I deliver the best coverage of all things sexy and erotic in Second Life? Well the first thing I want to do is make my e-mail available to any reader who wants it. Do you have a story you think would be cool? An event or place you want me to cover? A suggestion for the type of content you'd like to see me do? A question or concern that only I in my infinite wisdom can possibly hope to resolve? Do you want to send me a deluge of poorly thought out hate-mail telling me how I'm a horrible sinner who is corrupting the youth of your particular nation? (Please be sure to specify which nation people. I try to keep a global perspective). Are you a creepy stalker who is convinced we're madly in love with each other and are destined to be together despite the fact I've never met you. (In which case I'd love to set up an interview.) Do you want to just beg for sex? If so then readers can either send me an IM or can e-mail me js(dot)ethicalslut(at)gmail(dot)com I will try to respond to every IM or e-mail I get, I might even post responses to some of the more amusing ones in the paper. And why the fucked up way of or writing the e-mail you ask? Well because the only bot I want fucking with me is my new vibrator.

Now that that is out of the way, perhaps it's time for an actual introduction about me. (Not like that little “Next Joan introduces herself.” Bah that was an review not an introduction *shakes fist*) Well my name is Joan, not Joan Sweetwater but I'd rather keep my real last name private. I'm a bi-sexual sub/dom switch and a hardcore gamer girl.I also live with with my twin sister Arc (yes that's right... twins ^_^ I'll give you a few moments to fantasize about that........... ok back? No? Well too bad.)

Unlike some newbies I was neither shocked nor horrified by the so called “seedier side” of Second Life. After all the existence of wild sex orgy palaces seemed to me to be the logical conclusion of unrestricted user-generated content. In fact one of the first places I visited was a place called Bukkake Bliss, and I can tell you pretty much how that conversation went:

Me: “Oh cool it's raining it here.”

Arc: * Looks over at the screen * “Umm sis? That ain't rain.”

Me: “............................. Even better.”

(Feel free to imagine a hot makeout session between my sister and I here............................... ok back? Ya I wouldn't be either.)

Of course it wasn't long before some guy hit on me, asking to fuck, so I smiled and said yes and he showed me how to take off my clothes and use poseballs. Soon after that I was bent over mushroom with his hard cock in my tight ass while pearly cum rained down on me from the sky. So all in all a good first hour in Second Life. ^_^

Joan Sweetwater

js(dot)ethicalslut(at)gmail(dot)com

If You Build It?

2009-01-24T14:25:00.002Z

If there is one thing I've learned in my period in Second Life, it's that the saying "If you build it, they will come." is not always as true as it should be.
I'm sure most readers who enjoy exploration will have at some point stumbled across an awesome sim or location, only to find it completely fucking deserted, without even a tumbleweed to grace it's empty streets. (And for those readers who find the word fuck offensive. I would suggest you are perhaps reading the wrong section.) It was at one of these places my first adventure into the world of reporting began, at the Vampire Succubus Club.

But by now your asking yourself, "Who the hell are you? I came for Penance Sautereau's special brand of hotness. Why am I reading you instead? Has a band of ingenious hackers seized SL-NEWSPAPER.com? Has the very fabric or reality itself been torn asunder?" No dear reader, I am moderately certain that neither is case. My name is Joan Sweetwater, Succubus at Large. Bios can wait until later but it was early this morning, a friend of mine and columnist for the SL-Newspaper (Christina Munro) brought me to her offices and showed me around.

A while after that I started talking to one Dana Vanmoer (COO of SL-Newspaper) who offered me a spot in the Red Light Section. While we were talking I received a party invite to the Vampire Succubus Club's post inauguration party. I mentioned this and Dana said I should go and write a story about it to see how I fare. So being a good little Succubus I grabbed my red goth garb and reporter cap and headed out the proverbial door to the Vampire Succubus Club.

I had been there twice before briefly, doing my usual random explorations of all places sexy in Second Life. When I got there I had been rather impressed by the techno-gothic decor and the pounding electroica music. Unfortunately the place was all but empty with only a few girls there who studiously ignored my presence. But shrugging my shoulders I explored around a bit, finding the place to be quite friendly to Bloodlines Vampires with several shops on the upper levels as well as friendly to those who do not wish to be vampires, as I discovered a free garlic clove necklace dispenser in a hidden lower level. (Thats right readers Secret passages Ooooooo)

On my second trip I spoke to the owner of the Vampire Succubus club who was lounging alone in his club, and he informed me that they usually host parties at noon SL. So, resolving to return the next day for the aforementioned party, I departed.

Now before I continue a bit of information about the Vampire Succubus Club is in order. Now the club obviously caters to Vampires and Demons of all sorts and sizes. Roleplaying is encouraged but public sex is disallowed, though the owner confessed to me that he wouldn't have minded public displays of lust were it not for "All the fucking drama bullshit" that comes with it. It also offers jobs ranging from DJing to Dancing to Waitressing. And let me not forget to mention that it offers contests as well.

The main attraction to the Vampire Succubus Club other then its music would defiantly have to be its dance floor. For those of you who love setting your own grove this place is for you, it offers dozens of unique dancing styles just on the dance floor alone. Nevermind the numerous stripper poles spread throughout the club, as well as a small sub/dom area for those AFKers who still want to look dead sexy rather then dead tired. And though I did not get to witness it myself, the owner did mention something he referred to only as "the tentacle event." ^_^

So filled with fond hopes of both a kickass party and a good first story, I arrived at the Vampire Succubus Club. Well that is perhaps is a bit optimistic, better to say I arrived I a forest of grey polygons with a few will-o-wisps which over the next 5 minutes slowly transformed into the Vampire Succubus Club. But then it's not fair to judge them on SL issues beyond their control so I won't.

When I finally rezzed I found myself alone with only the sexy DJ (Antaris Gothly) and a hostess present, both decked out in frilly and rather revealing (yay) red, white, and blue outfits. But hey, no worries right? The party hadn't even really started yet; Unfortunately it never really did. Despite the club's general ass-kickery and the live DJ, the only other attendee who stuck around for more then a few minutes was my horny as hell girlfriend (who shall at this juncture remain anonymous), who spent the next 45 minutes alternating between telling me how much she loved the place and generally acting like the lusty kitten she is, selecting a dance that had her grinding her sexy body against the ground before finally convincing me my attentions needed to be directed elsewhere

So thus ended my adventures at the Vampire Succubus Club, getting (quite willingly) dragged off by my girlfriend for some bedroom adventures.

Final thoughts? The Vampire Succubus Club is an example of locations that simply don't get the respect and love they deserve. I could see myself hanging out there for days had there actually been people attending who weren't simply being paid to be there. The techno-gothic decor matched with the electronica music combined with the promise of a "tentacle event" should in theory equal awesome. But sadly: If you build it, they might not come. (Though I defiantly did later.. and repeatedly. ;-) But that's another story.)

Joan Sweetwater

Succubus at Large

Truth or Dare ............................

2008-12-19T09:11:00.005Z

Halie Slade: we all know Penny brings her own sex toys, so pray for a different question

Truth or Dare by Badmoon: Halie Slade, (Random) Talk about any fantasies with body manipulations(piercing tattoos etc...)

Halie Slade: ahh - Fantasies with body manipulations.

Halie Slade: Penny?

Penny: Hrm....

Halie Slade: Piercings? Tattoos?

Penny: Gimme a sec...

Halie Slade: take your time :)

Halie Slade: I'll just stare at my own ass :)

Penny: Since I have none involving those things

Sterling Hermes: lol

Halie Slade: take liberties with the question if you want :)

Penny: I have to weave a fantasy

Halie Slade: ok :)

Sterling Hermes: didnt say your body

Penny: Just bear with me

Halie Slade: if Tham can use a crucifix for a sex toy, our rules are very liberal :)

Limly Yoshiro: haha

Penny: One day, I was walking downtown, meek and shy. It was my first day in the big city, just a lonely little misplaced farm girl.

Penny: ( >.< )

Halie Slade listens intently

Thamala Aabye drags her nails up Penny's thighs as she talks

Halie Slade licks her lips

Penny: As I walked in awe past the myriad of shops, something in a shop window caught my eye.

Penny: A beautiful drawing of a heart wrapped in barbed wire.

Halie Slade perks up

Penny: I thought maybe it was an art shop, and I went inside. The proprietress, a short but stunning brunette, covered in ink and hair cropped short, pierciongs glittering in the light from her lips and brow, waved me over.
Nervously I inquired about the drawing.
She looked me up and down, in my daisy dukes and tied off shirt.

Halie Slade gets warm

Sterling Hermes waves to nee

Halie Slade: NEE!

Penny: She said "Follow me sugar. On the house"./

Neesha Jewell waves back to sterling

Neesha Jewell: Hey Hailee, I rezzed

Halie Slade claps for Neesha!

Neesha Jewell: hello Penance

Halie Slade: Penny's telling us a sexy fantasy

Penny: Not understanding what she meant, I followed her into the back room, where she pointed me to a chair and locked the door.

Halie Slade: O.o

Aric Roux: Hey Neesha

Neesha Jewell tries not to interrupt

Neesha Jewell: hey Aric!

Penny: I sat down, and introduced myself.
Penny: She smiled and did the same, then walked over to me and took off my shirt

Thamala Aabye tugs at her jammie collar

Halie Slade fans herself

Penny: I blushed in confusion as my breasts bounced free, and I was sure I noticed her eyebrows raise a little as she smiled.

Halie Slade thinks Penny should write erotic novels

Limly Yoshiro agrees XD

Penny: I asked what she was doing as she gently squeezed my breasts. "Figuring the best spot for the tat Farmgirl. Now Shhhh, let Miss Molly take good care of you."

Halie Slade waves to Bane!

Penny: (I do write erotica thank you)

Sterling Hermes: hey bane

Halie Slade: you're very good Penny :)

Bane Hellmann: hey

Penny: I was afraid, but also strangely excited, and I bit my lip and nodded as she took out the needle

Halie Slade laughs

Halie Slade: hi Bane :)

Penny: It stung at first but I quickly got used to it, trying not to squirm as she squeezed my left breast in her hand, drawing the design into the soft tender flesh.

Halie Slade: let me move a bit

Bane Hellmann smiles"hey,mind if i sit"

Penny: I could swear it was intenetional every time the butt of her hand brushed my nipple, and the electric shivers made it that much harder to stay still.
Penny: Finally she was done, and she kissed her finished work and stood to go find me a mirror

Halie Slade waits to see if Penny's still going

Penny: I gasped in awe as I saw my newly adorned breast in the mirror, so awed in fact that I failed to notice Miss Molly had taken off all her clothes

Sterling Hermes whispers to tha" that wasa good story your wife told.. she has such a tasty imagination

Penny: I am

Halie Slade: oh my

Halie Slade: here comes the sexy part

Sterling Hermes grins

Penny: When I looked up I gasped, and she smiled, obviously excited by my naivete
Penny: I was new meat, but I didn't care, she was beautiful, a walking canvass. All I didn't understand was why she wanted a bumpkin like me.
Penny: That's when she flicked my nipples again, smiling. "Did you enjoy your first tattoo Farm Girl?" she asked, straddling my lap.

Halie Slade swallows hard

Penny: I nodded meekly, afraid she might feel the out of place bulge now pressing up against my shorts

Halie Slade wonders if this is where Penny takes out her shecock

Penny: I was right, she had, but she didn't seem to mind, as she reached between us and deftly undid my pants, pulling my special clit free

Penny: (I'd hate to disappoint you Halie)

Halie Slade laughs

Penny: I gasped in utter disbelief as she impaled herself on it, squeezing my breasts, and suddenly she kissed me to stifle my protests.
Penny: "But I'm a virgin!" I managed to blurt out.
Penny: She smiled and whispered hungrily in my ear, "I know"

Thamala Aabye: o.o;;;;;;;;;;;;

Halie Slade gasps in shock at this sudden revelation

Halie Slade squirms in her seat a little

Penny: She rode me hard then, her walls milking me, sensations I never dreamed I could feel, and I lost myself to her, kissing back feverishly, squeezing her breasts, tugging at the loops of metal dangling from them

Halie Slade thinks she hears heavy breathing

Penny: The whole thing was just so raw and exciting it wasn't long before we both cried out aloud in pleasure as we thunderously came together.

Thamala Aabye bites her lip to stifle it

Halie Slade: good god Penny

Halie Slade wipes some sweat off her forehead

Penny: We both sat there, for what seemed like hours, panting and trembling

Halie Slade: That wasn't a fantasy. That was epic. :)

Penny: She put her arms around me and kissed me softly. I kissed back.

Sterling Hermes dosent think it is fair that penny won the game on the first go around

Halie Slade: LOL

Penny: That was three years ago. Today I'm a walking canvass of my own, and I work Miss Molly's front counter.

Halie Slade: while Penny freshens up we'll move to the next player :)

Thamala Aabye: x3 so hawt

Halie Slade: yeh no kidding

Halie Slade: I'm

Halie Slade: uhh

Halie Slade: warm in here

Neesha Jewell: heya

Penny: And every day at lunch, she takes me into the back and reminds me why I'll never leave her and go back to the farm............

An afternoon of story telling
By Penance and Friends!
Penny: AThe end.

Neesha Jewell: lets hope i stay around this time

Sterling Hermes grins as the scents grow heavy i nthe room

Halie Slade: You missed Penny's orgasmic prose Nee

Neesha Jewell tries to sit AGAIN

Penny: Tip jar is behind me folks.

Whats RIGHT in this picture ???

2008-11-18T22:05:00.002Z

Secondlife Cheatcode

2008-10-19T15:22:00.003+01:00

We (HackTeamNorth) have finally found a cheatcode for secondLife. Here is how you can make fast cash.

Go to a piece of land on mainland. Rez a normal prim (0.5x0.5x0.5). Stand approx. 1 mtr away from that prim. Rightclick on your avatar. Then select clothing - remove - all.

Next is to walk around the prim counterclockwise. After 7 rounds you will hear a ping. Keep walking around it till you hear a second PING. Make sure you have a maximum radius of 4 meters around your rezzed prim. Also make sure you do this with a female avatar. If you do not succeed with the first ping make also sure you have all other prims detached from your avatar.

After the second "ping" you will get 2% of the linden-dollars (L$) all nearby avatars have in their purse. This works best in a crowded area as you need as much avatars nearby to "steal" the dollars from.

There is also a bonus, but it is hard to get that. I wasnt able to do so as i cannot controle my avatar that well, BUT if you can type the word "kcusi" while walking around the prim it is said you get 50 L$ the next day transfered to your account. While people kept saying there are no cheats for secondlife, we are proud to publish the first in our newspaper.

Happy stealing !

Why She Continued.............. (fiction)

2008-10-04T10:55:00.000+01:00

When they got to Nadia's door, she unlocked it and turned to hug Erin goodnight. She found Erin was staring at her.
"Are you okay Erin?" she asked. Erin just gazed into Nadia's eyes for a moment, and finally spoke.
"Nadia I love you," she said.
"WHAT?!?" was all Nadia could get out before Erin grabbed Nadia's face with both hands and kissed Nadia as deeply and passionately as she could muster. Nadia was shocked, and at first she tried to resist, but Erin's probing tongue would not be denied, and in truth, Nadia's heart had ached for Erin for as long as she'd known her, and she soon melted into Erin's arms. It was an involuntary reaction, but Erin took it as a signal to move further.
She began to caress Nadia's breasts through her shirt, which made Nadia squirm and moan aloud, and again, Erin thought this was a signal to move further.
She was wrong.
When Erin went to slip her hand inside Nadia's jeans, Nadia seized up, and her eyes grew wide with panic. Erin's finger got maybe an inch past the waistline of Nadia's jeans when Nadia abruptly pushed her away, screaming, "DON'T!"
Erin was hurt. She and Nadia stared at each other for a moment, in silence. Erin was speechless, and confused. Nadia broke away from eye contact. She looked at the ground.
"I think you should leave," Nadia said quietly, and went inside, leaving Erin alone on the steps.
Anger welled up in Erin. She felt like she'd been made a fool of, and was humiliated. She pushed Nadia's door open and stormed inside after her.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" she shouted, looking for Nadia, wanting to chew her out, to give her hell.
Then she saw her.
Nadia was curled up in ball on her couch, crying. Erin softened suddenly, realizing something was very wrong here.
"Nadia? Sweetie?" Erin said.
"Please," Nadia sobbed, "just go away. You don't want me Erin, believe me. Just...just please... go away for now. We should just stay friends."
"Nadia," Erin started, "you weren't kissing me like a woman who wants to be 'just friends', so why don't you just cut this 'I'm not worthy' crap and tell me the truth. I've known since we met that there's some big dark secret inside of you that's kept you at arm's length, even though I KNOW in my heart that you love me too! I can FEEL it every time I touch you! I KNOW it! So why don't you just tell me what it is that's getting between us!"
Nadia looked up at Erin, her make-up streaked with tears.
"Because I DO love you Erin," she cried, "so much that my heart breaks just to look at you, and I know if I tell you my secret, you're going to hate my guts. I couldn't bear that, if you hated me, so I can't be your girlfriend."
Erin sat down beside Nadia and took hold of her hands.
"Sweetie," she began, "I didn't tell you that I love you as some line to get into your pants. I meant it, with all my heart. I'm in love with you Nadia. I have been for a long time. I've ached just to be with you. You've become my whole world. So short of confessing to mass murder, or telling me you're secretly a nazi, you couldn't possibly tell me anything that would make me run okay? So please just tell me what's holding you back."
Nadia sighed, and stood up, facing Erin.
"Alright," she said dejectedly, "but remember, YOU insisted on knowing, so you can't blame me if you get sick or anything."
Nadia began stripping, peeling off her clothes until she stood wearing only her panties before Erin.
"Look at me Erin, and tell me what you see." "Well," Erin said smiling, "I see a beautiful, sexy, sweet young woman whom I adore."
"No," Nadia said, "you see tits. I grew them when I turned twelve, because I have an ovary."
"Um, AN ovary?" Erin asked, a little confused.
"Yes," Nadia said, "AN ovary. You see, I'm intersexed. Mother Nature played a cruel trick on me when I was born. That's why my parents hated me. They wanted me to be a boy, and my body wouldn't comply. Then I grew the breasts and they couldn't hide in their denial anymore. They could no longer pretend that I was THIS."
With that, she removed her panties. Erin had to blink to be sure that she saw what she thought she was seeing.
"My parents called me a demon-spawn, a curse from Satan," Nadia continued. "I spent my teens being shipped from foster-home to foster home, being beaten up, called 'freak' and 'faggot'. My life was a living hell. Finally when I turned 18, I moved here, changed my name, and finally got to be who I wanted to be, who I really am. But how can anyone accept me as a woman once they know I have this, this THING."
The "thing" in question was very clearly a penis, above an underformed vagina and one small bulge that may have been a testicle once.
There," said Nadia, "so now you know. I've learned to keep it secret because everyone who ever found out about it has shit onme."
Nadia closed her eyes, crying. "Before you go," she said, "promise me you'll keep my secret. Promise you won't tell."
For a moment, there was silence. Then Nadia heard some movement, some rustling sounds. She heard footsteps, and heard her front door, which had been left open by Erin, being shut. She assumed Erin was gone, and sighed. She was still crying, but couldn't bring herself to open her eyes and see an empty apartment.
Then she felt it. Warm breath softly hitting her cheek, and finger gently wiping away her tears, a deep, passionate kiss, and a pair of warm hands holding hers. She opened her eyes to see Erin standing before her, nude and smiling.
"Come to bed baby," Erin cooed. "It's well past time you learned how to let someone love you."
"You're not angry with me?" Nadia said in surprise. "You're not upset that I'm a hermaphrodite? A shemale?"
"You're a WOMAN Nadia," Erin said, and pointed at Nadia's cock. "THAT, is just a body part. It doesn't define who you are. Your HEART does that, and you have one of the sweetest, purest, truest hearts I've ever known. You're as much a woman as I am, and I love you just the same."
Nadia cried and smiled and giggled, all at the same time, and threw her arms around Erin, hugging her like the world would end if she let go.
"Oh god Erin, I love you so much!" she squealed happily.
"Damn skippy you love me!" said Erin, "How could you have thought I'd hate you! I love you more than anything! Now please, come to bed. I want to share everything with you, I want no more walls between us. Please, let me love you, okay? Besides," she winked, giving Nadia's cock a playful squeeze, "I've heard these things can be a lot of fun in the right hands!"
Nadia giggled, and let Erin lead her to bed. The two of them made love through the night, touching, tasting, feeling, and learning each other, sharing their whole beings, heart and soul. Nadia finally fell asleep, smiling, safe and warm in Erin's arms. Erin couldn't sleep though. She was stroking Nadia's hair, still licking Nadia's taste from her lips, smiling, and thanking God for bringing this beautiful, unique angel into her life, and into her heart.
After that night, the two of them became inseparable. They were rarely seen apart, and always seemed to revel in each other's presence. Erin even got to have her wedding, based on the technicality of Nadia's physical sex. Nadia even loosened up, becoming very friendly and popular at the nightclub, but it was Erin who owned her love, and whose love she in turn cherished with all her soul.
The moral of the story? Never judge YOURSELF by the cover. It prevents you from seeing in yourself what others may see in you.
The End, for now.

By Penny Sautereau

Why She Couldn't Be Touched (fiction)

2008-09-30T13:29:00.004+01:00

PART ONE:
"So why don't you just go talk to her Erin?" asked Marlene.
Erin gave Marlene a look that could cut through flesh and sipped nervously at her drink. She glanced over towards the bar, looking at the woman in question and sighed. She turned back to Marlene and chuckled half-heartedly. "I'm sure YOU just go running up to every cute guy that turns your head and just hit on them." Marlene grinned lewdly and said "As a matter of fact honey I did when I was single. How do you think I met Rick?"
Erin frowned at Marlene and playfully stuck her tongue out, and turned her gaze back to the bar. She was staring, from a respectable distance, at Nadia James. Nadia was a bartender at Every Flavour, the nightclub Erin and Marlene frequented. As she had been doing nearly every night for over two months, Erin was gazing at Nadia, longing to even just say hello, turning away whenever Nadia looked in her direction.
Erin was a young lesbian who had been single for three years, though not for lack of sex appeal. She was strikingly beautiful. She had large, piercing hazel eyes,soft peach-colored skin, full inviting lips, firm, sexy breasts, and short-cropped, feathered mahogany hair. She was mature, sexy, and intelligent.
The problem for Erin is that most of the lesbians she knew in Vancouver were already spoken for, or were too aggressive or flighty for her own comfort. So she hadn't dated in a long time, and truly hadn't even thought about until Nadia began working at the bar. When Nadia started working at the club, Erin took notice, and wasn't quite sure why.
Nadia's looks were part of it, she thought. Nadia was quietly gorgeous, as if she wanted to leave a lasting impression without being noticed. Her hair was silky and black, cut into a chin-length Betti Page style with a nice shine. Her make-up, usually in soft violet hues, was tasteful and understated, and while her skin was terribly pale, almost milk-white, it had a glow about it. She had a near-perfect hourglass figure highlighted by a set of large, perfect breasts that would have commanded everyone's attention if not for the restrictive bra she wore to keep them in place.
Erin was drawn to Nadia's looks, to be sure, but there was something else, something intangibly appealing about her. Nadia was very talented at mixing drinks but was otherwise very shy and withdrawn. She had a very unassuming personality. She was in fact, painfully shy, and therein lay the problem. Erin was afraid if she approached Nadia, she'd drive the poor girl further into her shell.
Marlene polished off her drink and tugged at Erin's shirt to get her attention.
"Sweetie, you are THE saddest lezbo I have EVER met in my life!" she scolded. "Why do you sit here nursing a rye and Coke when it's painfully obvious you have the hots for that girl? Especially since she has a crush on you too?"
"Oh come on!" Erin scoffed. "How do you know she's even gay? She never talks to anyone except to take their drink order!"
"Trust me," said Marlene confidently, "I KNOW. First of all, I've watched guys try to hit on her while I was at the bar, to which she always replies with a very icy notification that she doesn't date men, period. Secondly, I've seen her staring at you with the same stupid longing puppydog look you always have when you look at her. Finally, remember the night you forgot your purple silk scarf here?"
"Yes?" Erin replied.
"Well, Nadia's the one who found it that night, and I saw her clutching it to her heart for a few minutes before she gave it to Jeff to place in the lost and found. Trust me girl, she's as much a carpet muncher as you are, and she likes you."
Erin looked back towards Nadia, and caught Nadia staring. Nadia quickly looked away, pretending she was cleaning shotglasses. Erin smiled a little, realizing maybe Marlene was right. She looked back at Marlene, still worried that it wasn't a good idea to approach Nadia. Marlene was standing up. She put a hand on Erin's shoulder and looked at her like a stern older sister.
"Look hon, you can stay here and be single all you want, but I don't have to watch. I'm going to go sneak Rick into the ladie's room and fuck him stupid for a few minutes. Later sweetie."
Marlene kissed Erin's cheek and sauntered off to nab her boyfriend from the dancefloor. Erin watched her sashay away, and looked down at her drink. After thinking quietly to herself for a few minutes, she abruptly chugged the rest of her drink and looked back over at Nadia. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
"What the hell?" she said to herself, and got up to head to the bar.
Erin took up a seat at Nadia's end of the bar and waved her over. When Nadia saw her, she got visibly flustered for a minute. Then she took a few deep breaths to steady herself and came over to Erin's stool.
"Um, hi Erin. What, uh, what can I get for you tonight?" she asked nervously. Erin looked Nadia over for a second, letting her eyes devour the shy bartender, and smiled.
"I think I'd like something...sweet," she cooed. Nadia blushed, and became even more nervous, unable to stammer out anything more than "Um, uh, I...". Erin's heart sank. "I'm sorry," she said, "I'm making you uncomfortable. I'll leave you alone."
Erin got up to leave, only to feel a small hand suddenly clutching hers. She turned back to Nadia, to find her staring, holding her hand.
"Please," Nadia said quietly, before pulling her hand back, "don't go." Erin smiled, and sat back down.
"Marlene was right," said Erin happily, "you DO have a crush on me."
Nadia frowned. "Marlene should learn not to get people who can tell the bouncers where she and Rick are fucking into trouble with beautiful women they'd rather not bother," she said with a mix of discomfort and relief. "I'm really sorry she troubled you with this."
"It's no trouble sweetie," said Erin, " I think you're pretty beautiful yourself."
Nadia got flustered again, and tried to avoid eye contact. She tried to find another customer to serve, but this time it was Erin's hand reaching out to stop Nadia.
"Nadia?" she asked. "Why are you so afraid of me? I'm not going to hurt you."
"You don't need to be bothered with a nobody like me," she sad, a little sadly.
"Sweetie," Erin said warmly, "I don't think you're a nobody. I think you're a sweet beautiful woman, if a little too shy, and I'd really like to be friends with you."
"Friends?" Nadia asked, thinking on those words for a moment. "Friends... is okay. I can do friends. Friends is good."
"Relax Nadia," Erin laughed, "I wasn't planning on tearing your clothes off and fucking you on the spot!"
Nadia smiled nervously. "That's good," she said, "I wouldn't have appreciated that."
"Why not?" Erin asked.
"Well, for one thing, I'm a virgin," Nadia said bluntly.
"Oh really?" Erin said. "Well, that's explains why you're so shy, but it's probably the last reason you should be single."
"I have... other reasons," Nadia said quietly.
"And what are those?" Erin asked.
Nadia fell silent for a moment, looking down at the floor, desperate to avoid Erin's eyes. "They're personal. I don't wish to discuss them, if you don't mind."
"That's okay sweetie," Erin said. "Everyone has their secrets. Anyway, it's almost closing time. Can I buy you a coffee?"
Nadia let a smile slip through, and she nodded. "I don't drink coffee, but just let me close up for Jeff and I'll meet you at Blenz on Davie in a half hour."
Erin smiled and left for the coffee shop with a spring in her step. True to her word, Nadia showed up shortly afterward. She bought herself a chocolate milk and looked for Erin's table. She found her in the corner, reading an X-Tra West and frowning.
"Something wrong?" asked Nadia. Erin looked up, momentarily startled.
"Oh, hi!" she said. "Yeah, I'm just reading an article about gays against same-sex marriage. It just pisses me off sometimes that some people in our community think fucking as many people as possible is a better way to celebrate our community than to make sure we have the same rights and options as everyone else."
"Marriage is important to you?" Nadia asked, sipping her drink.
"Yes," Erin replied, "it is. When I find the woman I want to spend my whole life with," she let her eyes meet Nadia's for a moment, then continued, "well, I want to be able to stand up in front of my friends and loved ones and say 'I do', you know?"
"I suppose," Nadia said. "Good thing it's legal then I guess. I never thought about Marriage much though. I've never even been kissed."
Erin felt very sad for Nadia, but at the same time wondered what her big secret was that made her so uncomfortable around people. She decided not to pursue it for the moment though, as she really liked Nadia and wanted to get close to her.
The two of them talked over their coffee and chocolate milk until the sun rose, and did so for many nights afterwards. They talked about nearly everything. They discussed politics, movies, their hobbies, their pets, and their hopes and dreams. Erin told Nadia about her childhood in Vernon BC, about the rough time she had in high school, and how her mother, a single parent and a catholic, had disowned her when she came out. Nadia would say only that her parents were hardcore fundamentalist Christians who hated her and shipped her off to foster homes when she was 14, but again, Erin felt like there was something Nadia wasn't telling her.
As the weeks turned into months, the two women spent a lot of time together, and Erin knew that she had fallen in love with Nadia. She was one of the sweetest, most genuine women Erin had ever met, except for the big, intangible secret, but Erin could overlook that. After all, we all have secrets, Erin thought. Besides, Erin was certain that Nadia felt the same way, because of the way that Nadia shivered whenever Erin touched her hand.
One night after work, Nadia was letting Erin walk her home. She was describing how lovely she thought the stars over Grouse mountain looked that night, and Erin decided she was ready to make a move on her................................
By Penny Sautereau
Part 2 tomorrow

Virtual Self Esteem

2008-09-13T12:32:00.003+01:00

Virtual Body Image Issues
Being broken down as I am I find I'm stuck with a lot of free time. That's why I fell in love with Second Life, it gave me a way to live without a life.
Now I'm not recommending everyone give up hours of real world living for pixelized pastures, but it does make a great little escape once in awhile to go somewhere that gives you the chance to be almost anything. Except some of us don't really change much, as I recently realized.
In real life I'm an intersexed woman, a lesbian with a permanent strap-on. The disabilities that limit my social opportunities aside, I'm what a lot of you might call a Shemale, a girl with a cock who will always have a cock. This isn't by choice in my case, but it technically shoves me into that category. I have a blood disorder that means a surgery as invasive as a Vaginoplasty would almost certainly kill me, and when tests confirmed this I was told short of an unlicensed quack in Mexico, no serious surgeon would touch me. I had no choice but to make peace with the body I was stuck with.
That was 5 years ago.
In that time I've had ups and downs, ranging from attempting suicide because I didn't think I could cope knowing I'd never be a "real girl" as they say, to wondering defeatedly if I should just get my tits cut off and resign myself to being an unhappy man. Eventually I did make peace with it. It's a bit of skin and blood vessels, it doesn't define my heart. I know I'm a woman, as do those I care about, and anyone who disputes it can suck it.
Which leads me to Second Life.
I've reached a point in my life where I can't be bothered to create the little illusions we all have, I'm crippled and I'm too old to care. I have a wonderful wife who loves me as is, and I'd rather be hated for exactly what I am than loved for being something else.
So my profile on SL is honest, I admit I'm an it. Granted my avatar there is thinner and prettier, and has cat ears and a tail, but aside of that, it's me unembellished, I don't roleplay being anyone else but me. (Well, except when I pretend I'm a bitchy cyberpunk with a gun and stilettos on the post-apocalyptic sims).
Being me includes a penis.
I was cuddling with a lover online one afternoon, virtually of course, when she asked me about it. She wondered why I had bothered to buy a cock when it was a world where I could be normal, where I could pretend I had the body I thought I should've been born with. She wondered why I didn't just pretend to be a normal girl with a normal pussy fucking normal men and women, especially knowing that by having it and being public about it I was leaving myself a tempting target for trolls.
She asked me why in a world where I could be anything or anyone, why be myself?
I thought about it for a moment. I wondered if I should explain about my blood disorder, or being disabled, or any of the other factors I've told you folks. But in the end I just smiled and typed my answer.
There's nothing wrong with who I am, and I don't need to pretend I'm anything else.
We now return you to whichever life you're living.
Virtual Body Image Issues
by Penny Sautereau-Fife

A Night At

2008-08-27T11:50:00.004+01:00

The Chemistry was unfathomable, and entirely unexpected. But it was explosive, and I could not ignore it. Only a fool does that.
The event was Femmes Read Porn, hosted by the always stunning Ms. Tralala. I had come to see her, that sexy beast, and to meet Elaine Miller, my favourite local sex writer. To help out, I ran a Kissing Booth beside the unused pool table. I was all dolled up in my sexy lingerie, and looked at least somewhat presentable, if not downright cute.
I had expected a friend to join me here this evening, and frequently went outside to see if she'd arrived. She never did show up, but during one of my checks, I met HER.
Now I stress the word HER because that's the most direct way I can think of to relay to you the effect she had on me. I casually reminded her and the other girls having their smoke break of the kissing booth, to which she replied by smiling mischievously and kissing me on the cheek, raving over my lingerie ensemble and telling me how I was exuding sexiness.
My cheeks flushed, and I felt my ego swelling.
Among other things.
I shyly smiled and returned to my booth. I sat listening to the music, watching everyone dance, and waiting for the first reader to take the stage at ten. Then she seemed to just suddenly appear before me. It was HER.
She smiled at me, almost lewdly, and said nothing for a moment, just swaying to the music. She was a stunning soft butch, in her sweater that said Lust and her faded blue jeans. She dug into her pocket for two loonies, which she dropped in my tip glass with a satisfying clink, and told me point blank she'd come for her kiss. I smiled and leaned forward, expecting to kiss her on the cheek as is the usual method used at a kissing booth, when she forcibly took hold of my chin, and pulled my lips to hers.
I instinctively succumbed. I could do nothing else. I am by nature submissive, and rarely received such attention from women, being a shemale and all.
This was not a problem with HER. She knew what I was. Most of the Lick regulars do. I've never seen any point in lying about what I am.
I am a girl with a permanent strap-on.
And she didn't care in the slightest.
She lingered for a moment, her lips a scant distance from mine, her breath caressing my neck, and then smiling, she dove in, kissing me as fiercely and deeply as ever I had been kissed. Her tongue ring played chopsticks on my teeth from the inside, her tongue itself fighting to pin mine down. Her teeth bit my lower lip and tugged them into her mouth. I felt my breath being forcibly sucked from my lungs, and my breasts seemed to be trying to turn themselves upwards, hoping to catch the attention of her hands.
After awhile, (I had no sense of time just then), she pulled her lips away and slapped my left cheek, hard. The quick and unexpected sting sent a jolt of ecstasy firing down my spine, and I was teetering on the brink of an orgasm.
She seemed all too aware of this. As I sat there, quivering, biting my lip, my eyes pleading, she suddenly reached her hand behind my head. Bringing my face back to hers, smiling, she grabbed a big clump of my ash blonde hair, and tugged it, hard.
I came right there, in her hand. I felt my body convulse beneath her, surrounded by friends and strangers in the bar, and completely oblivious to whether or not any of them saw me.
As my body settled down, she smiled and wandered off. The evening's French Maid sat by me and smiled. She was staring at me, and apparently I was glowing, because she knew exactly what had happened.
"Should I watch your tip glass while you go freshen up honey?" she asked coyly.
I looked down at my lap and then at the 7 feet between me and the washroom, crossed my legs, and smiled up at her nervously.
"I'm in a lesbian bar dear, I really don't think I should stand up just now."
I think the next time I attend one of Tralala's events, I shall make it a point to wear tighter panties. Then if SHE is there again, I won't need to sit with my legs uncomfortably crossed for 15 minutes before feeling safe darting to the washroom to clean up after her kisses.
Then again, I think next time, I'll bring her in there with me.
- By Penny Sautereau

Who to the What now?

2008-08-13T11:03:00.000+01:00

By Penny Sautereau

Abusing Abuse Reports

2008-08-09T11:32:00.001+01:00

Most people have an uneventful Second Life as far as jerks go. Griefers and idiots like to think they masterfully disrupt the whole of SL with their antics, but the truth is that Griefer attacks never affect more than a dozen sims, on a game with literally over a thousand sims on it. Most people never encounter any griefing on SL, unless, like me, they're opinionated and very public. Griefers love me, thanks to my time on "the Tabloid". (Those who know, know to what I refer). But like any victim of harassment, I can, if I so choose, resort to Linden Labs' most popular help tool, the fabled Abuse Report.

Now for those of you who've never needed to file one, an abuse report is a menu option that lets you send a screenshot of the abuse in question, the name of the abuser, the category of the abuse, and a description of how you're being abused. In spite of how often I'm trolled, I very rarely bother with them though, as truthfully they rarely make a difference. The Lindens generally seem to not care about anything bothering it's residents unless it affects them financially. AR's usually only get results in the case of very serious offenses, and simple griefing is often dismissed as bored teenagers being buttholes and not worth their time. Unless you're witnessing an act of virtual pedophilia or a Nazi Revival rally, an AR is usually a pointless endeavour.

Sometimes however, AR's work all too well. One SL resident I'll decline to name due to her vitriolic and libelous nature, files over two dozen AR's a da, so the stories go, often getting people banned for as little as being a friend of someone standing on her parcel's border. She's exceptionally paranoid and snapshots anyone who passes by her land. That's just an example though. My main reason for choosing this topic is the plight of my dear beloved friend and SL Sister, Arika Snye.

Ari is, in real life, a proud gay man and full-time drag queen. Like me, Ari believes in being herself on SL, save for looks. (In both our cases, the only difference between SL and RL for us is that on SL we're both a lot prettier). Ari wears a thin tall male shape, with a decidedly female skin, and nice prim dresses. Understandably being so openly gayish, Ari gets flack from the narrow-minded and hateful. Such as RobertC Schridde, a man who has for months now been abusing abuse reports against Arika because of his own homophobia.

Robert is a man who dresses up like a state trooper and, as I personally observed when Arika invited me to watch him in person, goes around telling people he is an SL Police Officer and must be obeyed. He harasses people in the sim Arika frequents, and constantly attempts to convince Arika to stop wearing make-up and dresses. while I was there observing, a nearby sim crashed and a bunch of peopl;e landed in the sim we were in by default. robert proceeded to grief these unintentional new arrivals by cube-slapping them, claiming his ficyional SL Police authority as justification, in spite of our sim's owner standing right there telling him repeatedly to stop griefing the newcomers.

I also witnessed him frequently turn his verbiage back on Arika, who was doing nothing to violate the TOS, let alone anything provocative.

Now, the reason I had been invited to observe his behaviour is that Arika had just returned from another long unwarranted ban, thanks to one of the many frivolous and false AR's Robert filed against her. Having seen the chatlogs, it appeared this ban was because Arika typed "Arika Snye raises a brow in confusion over RobertC's strange antics" while he was pulling his SL Cop claim on some newbies. Robert AR'd her that harmless and certainly non-derogatory statement, but somehow, his AR's always result in her bannings.

As I've learned, this is allegedly because he has a friend or friends on Linden Labs' payroll, which allows his frivolous AR's to go through, and clearly without investigation, because Arika is a Drag queen and RobertC seems to dislike this.

So why am I rambling about my friend being banned because of a homphobes AR abuse? Because it's an example of one of the biggest things wrong with Second Life, that Linden Labs needs to seriously fix.

AR's are rarely actually investigated, and as in Arika's case for example, often dealt with arbitrarily with no follow-up to determine validity. To date Arika's undeserved bans number in double digits, yet she has still to date never once been contacted by any Linden to ask her what happened, to ask her side of things. This man, who claims a role that SL doesn't have, and authority he himself certainly lacks, this man who behaves as shabbily as any griefer in the way he abuses and mistreats complete strangers, let alone his repeated harassment of Arika, can get her banned with no explaination or investigation for frivolous AR's with little or no merit, while people genuinely harassed and wronged on SL can file AR's up the wazoo against legitimately misbehaving players to no effect.

In my own case, since i joined SL, I've filed 18 AR's total. Each got the automated e-mail "notice of receipt", but not one was ever followed up on, or even investigated to my knowledge, and one was pertaining to a griefer who was through an LOLCube threatening to have my RL wife violently raped

That gets no action from the Lab, but Arika can get a 14 day ban for admitting to finding RobertC's claim of being an official SL Cop confusing.

Linden Labs, please, we KNOW already what's wrong with this picture.

We're just still waiting for you to tell us WHY.

We now return you to whichever life you're living.

By Penny Sautereau