My window’s cracked, they can be replaced
But your arm will tire, throwing stones my way…
So. Here is why that SL Secret situation means less to me than it apparently does to some of you: There is too much going on in RL and SL to worry about petty people’s shit.
I hate to be that blunt (no I don’t), but it’s the truth at the moment.
Continue reading “Confession .141. You Use Your Words As A Weapon, Dear…”
I am human, I am the villain
I am a monster, but you let me right in
My mind is polluted, my thoughts convoluted
I don’t feel the pain, but I feel what I gave to you…
I feel like I say this a lot lately… but welp. This is a thing that happened.
I didn’t put on the outfit with the intention of going this direction with it, originally… but see… what had happened was…
Continue reading “Confession .138. But You Still Stand In Frame, I Just Don’t Look The Same…”
Tell me that it’s over, tell me that you mean it
This time it’s true
Tell me that I’m unknown… to you…
I was feeling super dance-y today. One thing about being, like, outside of the pageant bullshit is that I don’t feel like I have to ‘hide’ this shit, or second-guess whether or not I should participate. Because I’m my own person, not ‘owned’ by some organization, and the only other person’s opinion about my life that I have to give a fuck about is Master’s. And He happens to support my dancing. And my slavery.
So if someone else doesn’t? Fuck ’em. My new theory on life. 😛
Continue reading “Confession .136. Even If It Doesn’t Matter What’s True…”
When you’ve been fighting for it all your life
You’ve been working every day and night
That’s how a superhero learns to fly…
Now, onto more positive things!
It’s always interesting to me to see how people react when someone is in crisis. There are – generally – two large subsets of people: 1.) Those that sit back and thank god it’s not them, but don’t really make an effort to help in any way, and 2.) Those that jump in and help in any way that they can, no matter how small they might think it is.
I try my damnedest to be in that second subset of people as often as I can.
Continue reading “Confession .135. That’s How A Superhero Learns To Fly…”
You were too good to be true
But what’s inside you, but what’s inside you…
Today I want to have a chat about Maxwell Graf. You may or may not have heard that name before. He’s the creator behind the store Rustica. Maybe that rings a bell for you now? But even if it doesn’t, I urge you to continue reading.
Max is in need of our help… and here’s how some of the most brilliant minds in Second Life are joining together to provide some aid.
Continue reading “Confession .133. You’re The Last Of A Dying Breed…”