After nourishment, shelter and companionship,
stories are the thing we need most in the world.
Philip Pullman
This week’s story has not turned out as I’d originally
hoped. Lisah Lorefield , my Second Life (SL) friend had invited me to an erotica reading that was
taking place in Utopia Naked Isle Resort at the VIP section.
Always willing to support a fellow writer, I readily agreed
and planned on attending. Unfortunately,
as this is becoming a regular aspect of my inworld life these days, things
didn’t go as planned.
I’ve written this story because I wanted to call attention
to the efforts of Utopia to offer events for their members and the variety of
activities taking place in SL which are different. I also know that many of my readers enjoy my
misadventures inworld. (Significant
Other believes they just want to see just how badly I can mess things up.) So, I’ve decided to marry both of these up
into one story. You’ve been warned!
What should have happened was me attending an Erotic
Reading at the High Cliffs in the VIP side of Utopia. RickBear would be reading from one of his stories. This sounded like a great opportunity to meet
the Utopia VIP membership and hear from a fellow writer. The High Cliffs is, as its name suggests, a
high promontory that overlooks the beaches and surrounding waters at Utopia. (It’s a beautiful view, VIP membership is
well worth the views alone.)
So, here’s what happened instead. After rushing home in Real Life (RL) after
being out with Significant Other, I log into SL and head to Utopia. I rez onto High Cliffs where Lisah and
several others have already assembled.
(Interestingly, as a clothing optional resort, the audience is in
various states of dress or undress.)
Everyone is chatting amicably. Then the reading
begins. Silence. All I hear is the background music. I IM Lisah and ask her if Rick has started
yet. (I feel badly for Lisah, I’m always
reaching out to her when she’s around and I’m in trouble.) She replies in the affirmative and politely
inquires as to what’s my problem this time.
(Did I mention Lisah’s very patient?)
I next ask if she can hear the music too. Her reply is what music. If eyeballs could be rolled in SL, I’m sure
Lisah’s would have been by now. It’s one
thing to hear things in RL that no one else does but when it starts happening
to you inworld then you really have to begin to wonder about yourself.
I fumble around trying to sort things out. I’m not making any headway and am beginning
to attract attention as others ask me to turn my mike off. Yep, I’m really making a good impression here
with the VIP crowd.
Lisah suggests politely that I try relogging in. Sounds good.
I’m sure she breathes a sigh of relief as I rez out. I rez back.
Arriving at the High Cliffs again and I’m sure being disruptive.
Now, I can’t hear anything at all. Music, speaker, nada. Lisah tries giving me advice but I’m
stuck. I retry the logging back out and
in.
Once again I drop into the middle of the reading. (Sorry, Rick!) Lisah continues to help me and offers
advice. (I really ruined her
evening.) I quickly realize that I’m
probably the only person inworld who still uses the Second Life Viewer. Lisah uses Firestorm and from her controlled
response to my telling her what I use I suspect that I’m doing a good job of
retaining my noobie status. (BTW, am I the only resident who thinks Second
Life’s online help is useless?)
By now, the reading is drawing to a close. The applause and congratulations in chat tell
me this. The audience members begin to
leave. From their responses, I gather
that everyone enjoyed the story. Rick
read his story entitled Storm. This story can
be found at Rick’s blog. His blog is registered as adult content and
may not be NSFW but this story and others of his are there and I recommend dropping
by to read them for anyone who enjoys erotica.
In hindsight, I probably came back too quickly from my recent technical problems and I hadn’t checked my equipment
prior to joining the reading. My
bad.
I’d like to apologize to RickBear and
the other attendees for disrupting the reading.
His performance and work deserve better than my slapstick
meanderings. I hope to see more of his
work inworld.
I
also want to apologize to Lisah for ruining her evening and to thank her for
all her help during the event and afterwards when she downloaded the Second
Life Viewer and helped me diagnose my problems.
(The ones other than me.)
I’d also like to thank the owners and
operators of Utopia for staging this Erotic Reading and hope that they do
more. (I promise I won’t be disruptive.)
To add to the fun ‘n frolic,
I realize later that in my rush to attend the reading while undressing, I
forgot to rez my genitalia. So, I was
running around looking like a eunuch. My
thanks to Lisah and the others for not pointing this out at the time. Either that or people really don’t look below
the belt in nudist resorts.
As always, I’m grateful to
all inworld for their kindness and time in stopping to talk with a stranger who
was passing through their lives.
Below I’ve included a few
links to pictures of Utopia and people there.
Pictures are fun but, trust me on this, go visit for yourself, see the
place, meet the people, and have a great time!
I welcome feedback from
readers, please either comment on my blog or
e-mail me at webspelunker@gmail.com
.
If you would like to read about my other adventures in Second Life please click here.
If you would like to read about my other adventures in Second Life please click here.
Photo No. 2 RickBear
Photo No. 3 Entrance
to Utopia VIP Section
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