Every once in a while I have a blog meltdown, panic about all of the personal shit I post here, and announce, “I’m deleting it.” Sometimes this is precipitated by a rude comment, but it can also happen when I get a lot of comments or praise. I’m not generally a flouncer or a rage-quitter, so I hope my friends who have to listen to me whine and moan can overlook these outbursts. I’m lucky that they can usually talk sense into me, and remind me why I blog in the first place.
When I threaten to delete all of my personal shit, I figure I’ll just post about Second Life stuff. Maybe do fashion posts. Or hedge in on Ziki and Honour’s territory and take some location shots. Or make a post like this one, about new skin.
I’ve talked about buying new skin before, but I never did. I’ve been wearing the same skin (from Curio) for… four years? More than four years. In SL, that’s eons. My skin is old, but it looks young. And while it’s much like my real life skin and I love it, I’m tired of looking like a 16 year old version of me.
My old skin:
But I still want to look like me. I like my avatar to look like the real world typist. It’s taken me a while to finally find a happy medium. I still don’t look “my age,” but it’s closer. All that’s missing are some wrinkles and some hardcore bags under the eyes.
My new skin (also from Curio):
It’s a start.
But this is a boring blog post. I don’t think I have it in me to post about only Second Life. There is therapy in what I do here, and if it only benefits me, then it’s worth it. And if it benefits others too, then it’s worth dealing with the snark.
Real life woman. Virtual World avatar. Likes top shelf vodka, dominant men, blues, sunsets and playing darts. Dislikes insecurity, rap, small children and clowns. I'm either behind the bar or under it.