Just saw this group notice from Ellen.
Hello Pretties. Sharing this. Beebo says: “We’ve had a great un but it’s finally time to close the Duchess doors. A farewell party is being planned for the end of Aug, with a closing date on Sept. 1st. Stay tuned for party date and details. Thank you to all the wonderful people who made the Duchess such a special place for me” ~Beebo
The Duchess, in all its variations was home to me for a long time after I started hanging out in the so-called Lesbian-Circle. I found the place quite by accident and immediately made friends there, some of whom I am pleased to say, are still friends.
However, as I mentioned last October, the Duchess as a popular hangout seemed to have had its heyday gone past, even then. So although it is sad to see the going of what is, among a particular group of people, an iconic landmark; it is better for it to go out with a blaze than fade away and rot neglected as so much of SL does.
Everything is cyclical in SL. Who knows when and where the next Duchess will appear?
I must be one of the only SL bloggers who doesn’t actually blog about shopping. It’s not that I don’t like shopping, I mean, hello!? But I am not driven enough to sit here every day and spew out product news, fashion tips and makeup tutorials. Mostly because I am rubbish at it.
But Guinn did direct me this week to a shoe store called Livalle who had some giveaways and cheapies and wow, I’ve worn nothing else since!
So it’s also been another — shall we say — interesting week in the Teahouse. I wandered in a few days ago to find someone sitting there cuddling a cello. You know, like you do. Although the thought processes behind why someone would want to play a cello in the Lesbian Teahouse escape me. Maybe she thought showing some leg, some wood and some bow action would get her a hot date? The world may never know.
Did you know there was a cat in the roof at the Teahouse? So many people come in and say “I can hear a cat! Where’s the cat?” and of course I never hear a cat but apparently it’s quite vocal. But I did know there was a cat up there, it’s been up there forever. So it was surprising to see these two. Sitting in the roof rafters with catnip in their mouths doing questionable things to the resident cat. I’ll just leave this one here….
Lately been hanging out at Bella & Kathy’s new(ish) club, B&K Burlesque Club. Place is rocking tonight with Selena spinning tunes and the girls all looking hawt on the dance floor. I was rocking the prrrrple look and busting some moves while Guinn, Aisling, Kathy and Ella (Ella Ella Umbrella…) got down to the beats. Hot in red Rhy Amata and others joined us in and out (not pictured).
I am really not sure what was going on yesterday but I think there was either a glitch on my end or their end as I kept encountering avatars which appeared to be learning how to fly. Either that or they were recounting evermore exaggerated fishing-stories about the “one that got away” – either way, it made for quite an amusing scene.
For the longest time, I have visited a venue in Second Life called Greenhouse. If you know SL and you’ve been in-world a fair amount of time you probably know it. It has been there since SL started I dare say, and I don’t think it’s ever been updated or changed.
Basically it is just that: a giant greenhouse, botanical-garden style with adjoining gardens and meadows of flowers. It’s all very nice and sits on the edge of the Blake Sea where it’s accessible to those of us who sail and have direct water access. I have spent many hours sitting on the dock there talking with friends and it’s nice to sail to it, moor in the channel and walk around in the sunshine and flowers.
So tonight it was nice to sail from Snug Harbor, Katie’s home and make the short trip across half a dozen regions to explore it.
Second Life was always sold as just that: a second life, a place where one can live out fantasies and adventures which were not attainable to most people in everyday life. There are those who live to that mantra; they do not share anything about their real life and to them, the two parts of their existence are always shuttered.
There are those of us, most of us, who enjoy some overlap. Our second lives are not some big illicit secret to the people we know, and our real lives are not totally hidden from those we consider friends and family inside Second Life.
But what has been very front and center lately is the way Second Life has become some kind of ‘Facebook with Avatars’. Political agendas in this unsettled time are bubbling up and I’ve already seen some evidence of it cutting communities in half, breaking up groups and driving wedges between people.
At the end of the day this just emphasizes and reminds us all that behind every avatar, there is a living breathing human; whether they represent their real life self or a facsimile of themselves on the screen.
I’m going to just write this in one stream of consciousness so I make no apologies for the rambling nature of this post. I’m wordy, I know. Get over it 🙂
So here we are into another year of Second Life. This year will see my 10th anniversary in Second Life (assuming I actually survive until June). When I signed up for my account, if someone had told me I would still regularly be logging into SL in ten years’ time, I would have thought them insane.
In all of my ‘almost ten years’, I have rarely been away for very long. A week or two at most when I was away from internet camping or some such. I’ve never really taken a so-called SLacation (time out from Second Life) because like everyone else, I find it hard to be away for any length of time.
Second Life has, over the years, been my social life. I’m on a level playing field here. In ‘real life’ (funny how we all make the online/offline distinction as if it really matters. Personally it’s all just ‘life’ to me but some people are not as comfy as I am without a line drawn somewhere down the middle) my social skills are a little strained at best. I am hearing impaired if you didn’t know, which means that hanging out with people in groups, at bars or parties, can be hard work for me. I lipread and I don’t do well catching the spoken word. I get left out; I miss jokes or gossip and people just think I’m being cold or stand-offish.
In Second Life, we all talk with typed words (well, most of the people I know do). Means that I am able to communicate and be sharp-witted with everyone else in the room. That is a big thing for me.
The thing about Second Life is that every few months, it is like a new chapter in a book. I go to different venues, I hang with different people, I try different things. But lately I think I have been trying too hard to stay popular and it’s causing me to over-extend my friendships with people. I am sure most of my friends would say I am being over-analytical and I should get over myself; but I am my own worst critic: only-child-syndrome I call it. It’s a conflict between liking one’s own company and craving the attention of others. It’s a battle I will never win; I just have to learn not to piss people off in the process.
So here we are in 2017. Another new year, more changes and technology coming along in SL and no doubt many changes in faces (…actually literally this time around), venues, friendships and relationships. I know I will piss people off. I will hurt people. I will cause people to think less of me. I don’t do it maliciously or deliberately and often it happens because I care too much about people’s feelings. I’m a ride in an open top car without seat belts: you might end up getting hurt but the journey will be a lot of fun.
On my way to Alki, I happened to stop by the Lesbian Teahouse (aka The Lesbian Busstop, The Teahole, Teapit etc). As far as I know, every single prim laid there was done so around 2007, making it not only one of the most untouched regions in SL, but also one of the most dated. So imagine my shock and surprised to see that the adjacent “mall” had been removed and a sign erected indicating that there is going to be a “remoddling” (whatever one of those is).
Arriving at Alki (home of Z&A, the everpopular venue owned by Zoidyn and Alana) I decided to take a quick look around as I had never ventured much beyond the club itself. To my surprise there is a whole vista to be seen including a stunning view of mountains and valleys. Guinn joined me and it was a perfect photo opportunity!
I don’t know if it is just that my internet connection has gotten worse, my MacMini just doesn’t have the required oomph anymore or Linden Labs need to put the hamsters on amphetamines, but rezzing has gotten slower and slower to the point that I can be 20 minutes into a conversation with someone before their face arrives.
Second Life introduced the “complexity” tools, including choosing to render the heavy hitters as a gummi bear in a latex bodysuit; but that hasn’t really made a large impact in my overall graphics performance.
Mesh heads seem to be one of the worst offenders. Not only are they currently very boring (if there were more than 3-4 variations, it would not be so bad) but they seem to take forevvvvvveerrrrrr to rezz. Everything else for 200m around can be fully rezzed, textured and done and I’ll still see brains, eyeballs and disjointed faces hovering around the room. It’s like some really bad 1970s horror movie.
Well, hopefully in the time it’s taken me to write this article, everyone’s clothes, faces and legs will have arrived.