Second Life Male Style and Fashion

I am writing this post as a dedication to all of you who, during this last year, have lost a bit of your heart, have lost an old friend, for those which are having as the greatest enemy the time.

I am writing this post to gather all your ungranted wishes and dreams. I am writing for those with shattered dreams and for those too shallow to feel it. I am writing for those who are traveling and for those who are praying beside us.

I am writing for those who aren’t able to find their Xmas spirit anymore, i am writing for those which Xmas TV commercials are just dumb. Writing for those committed to unhappiness and for those uncommitted at all.

Writing for those who are pushing us forward with their optimism, writing for the freezing dove outside any childhood winter window. Writing for those without memories and for those who cannot forget anything. Writing for the forgiven and their forgivers.

I am writing for those unable to share Christmas with the loved ones like the vast majority of us spreaded along the world but together in here and inside our hearts.

And finally I am writing this for Shai Delacroix who created this suit, who had the heart to publish it in her store and writing for the most intriguing details of the shirt.

This is going to be a black Christmas for me

Wearing: *Shai* The Amorsolo Suit in Black

Who feeds your night when happiness is harder to get as you wish it more.

Who is is giving you the last cigarette, who is helping you to truth or dare the moon ?

Who is talking to you about the perfect match, such sincerity! Don’t play it shy! Time to cut loose without any excuses for the fact that I am what I am. Set it free and fall down back inside an endless looping dream. But for now what I am is everything, but for now I am the air you drink and the sound you breath, I am the final vibe of your night.

I am the accent on your last word  am the feeling paired to your thought. I am the fear and the violence of a post orgasmic chill, I am the speed of the last bullet heading nowhere.

I am the darkest purple of your eye and I am the final blink till a cold fibered optic distant sunrise. I am the next loop, I am the night feeding from your eye.

I am the smell and the taste of the first sweat drop and I am the smell of your skin.

I am the note resting on the pillow next to your head. I am long gone and never far away. I am the room of my mother and the room of my father. I never left !

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Wearing: Vitamen and a gun

I came here to celebrate the death of my 1st life social life. I came here to explore the anarchy of a non-governance system which is finally what second life has become. I came here to see if a metaverse can finally replace the reality enhanced social bonding of the 1st life. I came here to see, driven by my curiosity to watch how much people can be.

And I found great minds around, and I found great friends, and I found great people and also another people like me driven by the curiosity to explore the inner workings of a metaverse. I came here to find the freedom, and I came here to find a mainstream of thoughts.

How many of you have come here to do the same? How many of my friends have guessed that is more inside my heart and soul? more and worth to uncover. And I have achieved… and I don’t know what yet. In this last year I became better, I became more open, and also some my hopes have become higher.

This SL it is not a revolution, this SL is not a game, this SL is not a replacement for your real life social relations, most of my friends have understood that This SL is not a platform for your deepest ideas and your deepest obsessions about life. And finally what this SL has become a lot for me lately: a necessary addition to a dark and gloomy, Dostoievski like, reality. If I would wished it first, I could be roleplaying an old gringo looking for a heroic death in a southern mexican country. I could be playing the soul eating monster from the center of a labyrinth. Did you ever wondered why, as noobs, we all look alike ? Did you ever wondered why as noobs, we made more friends. And now what ? Have we reached an invisible limit, now we can’t talk as much as we did once ?

Let’s hear what Torley has to say about not only about the latest floods of trolls around SL blogosphere but also about the level of junk inside a lot of those pesky comments.

Torley: “From Penny Arcade to high academia, numerous theories have been posited as to why being relatively anonymous is a breeding ground for ‘flame wars’ and ‘trolls.’ To combat the crap, tools like disemvowelers and community rating systems (as featured on Reddit and Digg)can help sift the ‘good stuff’ to the top.’Good stuff’ includes critiques which are worthwhile. And they are comparatively few and far between, as we’ll see.

Nevertheless, if you’re the target of vicious attacks, you’re going to feel it. Contrary to a popular, mistaken approach, I’m not going to tritely admonish you by saying ‘don’t take it personally.’

Instead, here’s a fresh path I’d like to take you on, and by the end of our journey, you’ll have a revitalized outlook on how to make the best of bad words.”

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Read To Criticize Is To Publicize manifesto here