Posted in crime, rant, roleplay, roleplaying, rp

Reclaiming the term “Role Playing”

If you’ve read my blog for any length of time, you’ve probably picked up on my views on Gor. If not, here’s the abridged version: I don’t like it.

But the most twisted, sadistic slaver in Gor looks like a kindergarten teacher in comparison to what Michael Berk of Brownfield, Maine, considers role-playing.

“I’m looking for role-playing. I’m looking for fantasy,” Berk testified about his online interaction with a man from Biddeford, who called police on Aug. 28 after Berk allegedly offered to rent his 12-year-old daughter for sex acts. –Portland (Maine) Press Herald, May 28

In a nutshell, this asshole (I’m not going to repeat his name because I don’t consider it worth remembering) met a man looking for work on Craigslist. They got to emailing one another (the middle part gets kind of hazy; some sources say it was to talk about partner-swapping, others say it was strictly business) and the fact that the man looking for work has four kids came up.

Asshole then mentions to the man the idea of paying him $350 a week for up to 3 “visits” with the man’s twelve-year-old daughter. The man, not surprisingly, calls police. The police set up a sting; an officer meets Asshole over coffee here in the town where I live, the offer is reiterated, the Asshole gets arrested.

The arrest happened in September; not long afterwards a woman who had also met Asshole on Craigslist came forward to say that he tried to make the same offer for her daughter. In her case, she’d posted an ad looking for housing. In a chilling testimony, Asshole says that his “standard operating procedure” was to look for ads on Craigslist that featured people who were down on their luck, and had underage daughters.

In other words, Asshole is a predator.

And as though it weren’t sick enough that he is, he honestly believes he does nothing wrong; that the whole offer of solicitation isn’t real and literal because he’s simply RPing with other adults.

There are lots of sites on the Internet for role-playing. Second Life, of course. World of Warcraft. Not fucking Craigslist, you depraved freak. Also, when only one of the parties involved (that being you) knows that it’s RPing? There’s a different word for that. It’s called lying. Not that I believe your cock-and-bull story anyway.

So, as twisted and messed-up as I find Gor, at very least it’s carried out in a strictly virtual medium in SL-land.

I guess I’m just oldschool. Role-playing used to mean, simply, play-acting. Pretending you were a character, you know, like back in the days of dice-and-paper gaming (I shouldn’t say “back in the days”; such media are very much alive and well now), keeping it very separate from the real you the rest of the time. But somehow it’s come to mean something different. Combat with meters, to some people. Acting out strictly sexual fantasies, to others. To some folks, RPing has become synonymous with debauchery and depravity, and it isn’t that (it can be, but surely it isn’t limited to that). I wish there were a way to take the phrase back, to use it as it was originally meant.

Meanwhile, Asshole will be playing the role of prison bride for at least 10 years. Tell Bubba you’re just RPing, jack.

Posted in out of character, personal, relationships, sex

Thing about IFBs…

I’ve used the term IFB a bit; those who don’t know it, it stands for “Internet Fuck Buddy”. I made it up because I didn’t know of another good term for, well, what I got going on.

The thing about IFBs–and I forgot this, being at the early stages with one–is that it takes time to cultivate the “B” part. I’m a trusting elf and I want to trust everyone right from the getgo, but the fact is that actually really trusting them is something I can’t do instantly, no matter how much I wish it were otherwise.
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Posted in personal

My Shopping Adventure

Well, I’ve come into some lindens lately, between commission projects and a few good gigs, so I decided that I’m long overdue for splurging on myself. I already have a home, I already have a shop, I already have a horse (deer, actually), I already have a handful of musical instruments, so what more could a girl want?

That’s right: the X3.

Some of you know exactly what I mean by that. The rest could stand some filling in. You’ll pardon an accidental pun later I hope.

Yes, I’ve decided, what with having had a cyber one-night stand somewhat recently and fighting the urge to say “OMG where did you GET that cock? It’s sooooo cool!!!”, that my own standard equipment could stand a bit of upgrading. Sure, my printed-on pussy is cute and all, but what can it do? Hm?

So began the search for the right designer vaginer. This is something that probably nobody, except possibly people undergoing a male to female sex change, has to worry about in Real Life.

My first prospect was the Lady Love, billed as the first-ever interactive vagina in SL. Comes with a HUD (for non-SLers: kind of like an attached program), several color options, and–their words not mine–“realistic cum and pee” effects. Now, I have to take exception with their loose use of the word “realistic”, because according to their display screenshots, this puppy can shoot out a yellow stream of urine or a thick white stream to rival any male’s–at a two-foot trajectory. Any woman out there who’s ever been camping wishes she could pull off a two-foot urinary trajectory–especially while standing! Still, these things aside, it didn’t seem to be a bad product for the $500L price…but I was still unsure.

So I IMed a girl friend and said, “What are your thoughts on the Lady Love?”

“I don’t know,” she said, “I got mine from XCite.”

Now there’s a name I had heard a lot, from more than one of my female pals, and nothing but good. Did they really have a built-in notecard that enabled you to fill in what your turn-ons and turn-offs are, and it responds accordingly? Is there really some interactive system–consisting not only of body parts but of toys, poseballs, accessories, and even erogenous zones–that makes them all respond to one another? Is it pricey?

The answer is yes, yes, and kinda. I went into XCite’s main shop and found it very tastefully arranged. No products are visible in the lobby, but you can follow the signage to the different rooms: stuff for males, stuff for females, stuff for non-humans (by which they mean non-humanoids; elf parts are pretty much the same as human parts, just cuter), toys, upgrades, BDSM supplies. Well, so, I went into the Girls room first.

It was a little overwhelming at the start. Where does one begin? Clits, nipples, HUDs, poseballs–feet? Really?–I bypassed piercings and sound effects and there I found the display for the X3. This is apparently the Cadillac of Clitori, the Porche of Pussydom, the Volvo of Vulvas. Maybe not the last one because I don’t know what its side-impact crash safety rating is, but you get the idea. This puppy’s got it all, apparently, and will make you breakfast after.*

* – The claim of the X3’s ability to prepare a meal after sex has not been proven, and is not an official statement by XCite. But it still is really fucking awesome.

Well just as I’m reading over the features–and there are many–I get an IM from another girl friend. “Hey, whatcha doin’?”

“Shopping for body parts.”

“That sounds…morbidly interesting…”

“THOSE kinds of body parts.”

“Oh, cool! Have you been to XCite yet? Because they got a bunch of cool stuff.”

“I’m there now actually.”

And we talked a bit about what I was seeing, when she had an idea:

“You know…I have a whole bunch of XCite parts that I never use anymore…I could give you a bunch of stuff on an indefinite loan. Except the clit, I mean.” (I trust she’s holding onto that one!) So I said sure and accepted a whole folder full of goodies: XCite goods are transfer but no copy, so you can get your sweetheart a cock while you’re shopping. Or give your elf friend a couple of erogenous ears. I’m not sure just how to thank one for giving you sex organs, but–thank you!

So I picked up a clit, cock, and HUD while I was in the neighborhood, and will probably go back for a vibrator later on. I don’t care if they didn’t have them in the medieval times. It’s an enchantment. So shut up. I went home and after securing some alone time, I decided to field-test the X3 and see if it’s truly all it’s cracked up to be.

Kids, I’m eating the breakfast it made me after. Ho-lee hell. The world can crash around me, I don’t care, I got my X3. Life is good.