Body, Mind, Spirit, Real Life, Virtual, SecondLife and anything in between. The blog of an emotional and perverted sapiosexual
As promised from the previous post, this is the Memorial part with the pictures from the funeral. [14:36] pz7 Engineer entered chat range (6.51 m).[14:36] Kazuka (talluhlah.mills) entered chat range (4.17 m).[14:36] randy Thor entered chat range (5.04 m).[14:36] Rockin’ (scurvy.ragu) entered chat range (11.38 m).[14:36] Otho Compton entered chat range (14.78 m).[14:36] Persepone Voss…
I've lost a lot of virtual friends and family but one really made a mark in my life. That's Amanda and I miss her so much.
Read more When one of your Virtual family dies in Real life.
Sometimes you need to hold someone's hand and help them cope with and accept their emotions and to let them know you have them in all the moments in their life in both worlds.
Most people who play second life are builders, scripters and creators who wanted to safely realize their fantasies using the virtual platform. Some are older people, some are disabled, while some practice their fantasies (character profiles, sexual fantasies...yes you can explore BDSM, Bestiality, Gorean roleplays and even cuckolding safely inworld (the virtual platform) that one cannot explore in real life. In Secondlife, the disabled can walk, fly, talk and have the career and job they wanted and get paid for it. You meet people from other countries and they become your life long real life friends and some like in my case ended up becoming my soul family members.
I am currently up on the “tower” of our house. The tower is the small look out area which is the 5th level of our our. I enjoy climbing there because from there you can see the mountain range and it makes me feel like I am an infinite being. Sometimes I will lay down…
It took someone to remind me of how I've forgotten about the things I used to enjoy and he got me thinking deeply....when did I lose myself? When did I lose the motivation to do the things I loved the most?
In the stillness of this night, I let my thoughts fly, After each stroke of my fingers, the embers of strength showers down on me, I am ready to fight. My body and soul are weary, in pain and breaking But here I am, standing up. I am still alive…. – Rei Valentine/thereclusesoul 1:21 AM…
Where has silence we yearn gone?
Or when overwhelmed, we forlorn?
Look up at the stars,
aren't we all stardust?
I am so tired. I feel so worthless. I feel so alone. For how long can I act strong? For how long can I keep up this fake smile? When all I wanted is to scream! For how long will I be used by the people I love? I am so tired. My body is…
It seems to me that the universe or fate gave me my children to save me.
