Archive for August, 2010

August 31st, 2010: Shelly Toonie

August 31, 2010

The last day of August is always a bit melancholy for me.
You see, I always tend to use the beginning of the school year as a marker. I know many people use New Years Day as one of the important markers in their life. “It’s a New Year; did I accomplish all I meant to?”
Not me. It’s always been the August, the end of summer, the beginning of the school year. Even though I’m long past my school days, that continues to be my time of reflection.

As I put away the flip-flops and sunscreen, I ponder the previous 365 days. I pull out the sweaters and the fuzzy socks while mentally making plans in the calendar for what needs to be done this year, what I might have overlooked, and how I can attack my goals for the coming year.

I go through the closets in the house and the closets in my mind at the same time. Sliding the drawers shut on the past season’s clothing and shutting the drawers on my shortcomings. As I sort through my daughter’s school and dance papers, I make new promises to myself. This year, I’ll be organized. This year, I’ll sign up for a class for myself when I’m planning her activities.

This year, I actually followed through and signed up for a class. Even though I’m well past my school days, I’m not too old to keep learning.


Shelly Toonie, owner of Moonshine Designs in Second Life,  is the virtual representative for Michelle.
Michelle is a caffeine addicted, mostly introverted, often sarcastic, quiet troublemaker, happily embracing my redneckedness in central North Carolina.

August 30th, 2010: Katey Coppola (Cont’d)

August 30, 2010

My day has been filled with boundary-finding conversations about the nature of love and relationships. These big talks about important things that define the bonds we’ve made are complicated enough, but yet here we all are, adding further complexity by slapping a few screens and thousands of miles of cabling between us and the ones we love.

Love. Each love we have is different. The love we give isn’t the same as the love that is received; the love we feel isn’t always the love that was intended. I don’t understand love, or pretend to, but I love love.

My conversations today have been based in the real world, a place where I have opened up my heart and accepted the love I deserve at last. It has been a long and hard journey that I could not have even contemplated, were it not for the wonderful support I have had from my Second Life friends and family. This seems like a mantra for these posts here, but so many of us cannot be wrong.

In my real life, I have struggled a lot with understanding why I deserve the love that I am blessed to have heaped on me. Those in my first life, for a very long time, have not been given the chance to understand the way I feel, because I kept these feelings bottled up. It has been easier, for me, to open up to the amazing people I count as real friends, but who I met in SL. Their acceptance of me, broken and flawed and beautiful, over time, has given me the confidence to let the real me shine in my real life.

It continues to be a struggle every day, as I try to keep my heart open in both worlds. I will never be entirely convinced that the sweet things my nearest and dearest say about me are true, but oh my, I love them for saying it. And they love me.

For Kaz Nayar, Suti Capalini, Sissi String, CK Winx, JamieJo Myoo, Abby McDonnagh, Bette Bodenhall, Shana Pizzaro and Jaden Robbiani. I love you, too. Thank you.


Katey Coppola still loves making things for GLITTERATI more than she loves leaving the house, but don’t tell her real life friends that. She is learning to say “survivor” instead of “victim”, and is one of those annoying people who actually performs random acts of kindness at any opportunity possible. (Seriously, three weeks ago she saw an old lady in a store trying on a hat, and sneakily bought it for her at the counter, then ran off giggling). She is getting a little bit better each day.

Katey’s previous post was on March 3rd, 2010.

August 29th, 2010: Addison Mortlock (Cont’d)

August 30, 2010

Today started out as any other day. Ran some errands and was able to stop and see a long time friend for a few minutes. Returned home and logged into SL and spent some time with friends. I was feeling refreshed and loved – dare I say happy even.

Then… I was rudely reminded that I had not turned the virus protection back on when our new internet service was installed.  We have two computers in our family: my laptop, which is not to be touched by anyone for any reason (except perhaps saving it if our home was on fire) and the pc. I pay scant attention to the pc unless another family member needs to show me something or to peek over the 9 year old’s shoulder to make sure he is safe.  I wandered past it and noticed it had a malware program and sat down to update and run the virus program.

Long story short, I had to reformat and lost everything. Thousands of pictures, tax returns, important passwords, you name it – it is gone. You know all of those times you stopped and thought “I should backup my data.” And didn’t? Do it now.

I spent the last few hours of my day crying. Sobbing and wailing for the history that has been lost for my family. You see, a few years ago I lost all hard copies of pictures of my children when I ended a friendship and she kept them as “spoils of war” when I moved home.

I am bereft.


Addison Mortlock is a 41yr old from Ohio bartender, mother, grandmother and wife in her first life and a real pain in the butt in her second life. As the co-owner and marketing manager for A-BOMB, she lives to force her business partners to refine each product before it is released.

Addison’s previous post was on June 20th, 2010.

August 28th, 2010: Glamouramama Boa

August 28, 2010

Morning: I woke up early today as the sun blazed through my undressed bedroom window, the high 70’s low humidity sending a signal to my brain to tell my mouth to actually smile as I opened my eyes. This is dreamy weather and a rare August temperature in Joisey, so for once I actually did not mind waking up to face my list of duties for the day.  It’s tough for me to get up these days, depression is a real whore of a disorder. But today, it was not difficult.

Late Morning: Laundry & Dishes.  I love laundry.  I hate dishes. Guess which one I actually finished.

Afternoon Delight:  Time to Plurk and cuddle with my two adorably odd cats.  Trace needs someone to write a 2365 entry today? Sure, I like helping out!

Late Afternoon: Tried to unpack some boxes left over from moving back in March but got distracted by something shiny.  My house is finally the way I want it, still a tad disorganized, but just fine for the 19-year-old student house mate to arrive today and move the all pink decor into her room.  This is what it would be like if I had a daughter…or a VERY gay son. I would love to have a huge house full of college students who 1. aren’t assholes and 2. know how to enjoy life whilst thirsting for knowledge. Then again, I also think I’d make a great Madame.

Early Evening: My sister helped me finish painting.  I am fortunate that I not only love, but like my sister.  We talked about the mess of chronic health issues and alcoholism that is our family, laughed uncontrollably over nonsense, then walked to the 24-hour diner where we discovered a new menu addition that made my year, nay, my life…63 different omelets!  This was turning out to be the best trip to the diner yet.  But wait, there’s more!  Our waitress looked like Jessica Alba and the owner referred to me as a “regular” and brought us free pie.  Could life get any better? I am not sure I could stand it if it does.


Glamouramama Boa is a 3 y/o buxom fiery haired avid nudist and ex-pornographer turned pose maker in world, and a 31 y/o buxom brunette ex-audio and video editor turned college library assistant and p/t massage therapist in the real world. She spends her days outside of work tending to the needs of her recently purchased retro 1940’s cottage NJ home, drinking wine and making poses or other fun creative things for SL, and not updating her store blog regularly (  She is also well on her way to being the neighborhood’s crazy cat lady.

August 27th, 2010: Tuli Asturias

August 27, 2010

After a sleepless night, I got into my car at 8 AM today to drive to the nearest airport in order to pick up my boyfriend for a long weekend visit.

And just like the other times during this 45-minute trip, I was reminding myself how lucky I am.
If you have the high standards for a partner that I have, it’s near impossible to find someone who you can imagine spending your entire life with. I was once called a “pathetic idiot with unrealistic standards” and laughed at in my face by a (now former) SL friend.

I wanted nothing less than a knight in shining armour. I wanted him to be intelligent, considerate, principled, funny, and above all, to consider me the most important thing in his life and be willing and able to show it.
Apparently that was too tall an order. But I damn well deserved it.

After playing the dating game in real life including 3 failed relationships, and a few failed attempts through Second Life, I became rather disillusioned. I started to push all men away. As soon as it looked like all the effort only came from me, I was gone. I couldn’t handle another failure.

I told myself, only the one who will actually NOT let me go so easily, would fight tooth and nail to turn me back, would get a chance now.

And so it happened that this man from England won my heart, by continuously showing me how important I was to him, how much he needed me in his life, even though I was pushing him away for the longest time.
He’s also everything else I asked for, and I want to take this opportunity to show him how important HE is to ME, though I remind him every day anyway.

I love you, Rob.

(The picture above is my funny, cheeky, adorable, cheeseburger-loving grandma kitty. Totally unrelated, I know. But she is just too cute not to get some exposure!)


Tuli Asturias is a 35-year-old woman, living in The Netherlands. She loves animals, nature, the colour pink, pretty things, science fiction and gaming. Rumoured to be a borderline emo-geek-hermit with creative tendencies and a hefty disappointment in humanity.

August 26th, 2010: Matthew Anthony

August 26, 2010

When I originally signed up to write today, I had no clue that I’d be where I am now.  As I write this, I’m on Interstate 20, somewhere between Abilene and Dallas, Texas going to a family wedding that is tomorrow.  That’s a far cry from where I expected to be: my apartment in the New York City area, working like I would be on any normal Thursday.  The start of today was closer to what I expected, though: celebration.

You see, one year ago today, one of my best friends who I met through Second Life in 2004 (Grim Hathor) and I let a crazy idea that we had back in 2006 out into the wilds of Second Life as the Petable Turtles. We had absolutely no clue what was going to happen, except that we were having fun doing it.  In fact, it took a lot of teamwork for us to step far enough out of our comfort zones to make it that far.  One year later, we’re still having fun every day.  To us, that’s what Second Life is all about, and what first life should be about as well.

Do I wish I was sitting in my apartment typing this rather than in the middle of absolutely nowhere, driving through towns so small their population isn’t even posted?  Sure.  But today is a day to celebrate the friends we have and the family we love in both our first and second lives.  I’m thankful every day for the friendship that Grim and I have built through Second Life over the past 6 years and for how he pushes me to be better at everything we do together.


Matthew Anthony (on the right in the photo) is a 24 year old who lives in Hoboken, New Jersey but is at heart a west Texas boy.  He considers himself lucky to have the amazing group of friends that he has met through Second Life, and enjoys every day that he spends with them. Along with his long-time friend Grim Hathor (on the left in the photo), Matthew created the Petable Turtles, Second Life’s oldest actively-developed breedable pet.

August 25th, 2010: Bette Bodenhall

August 25, 2010

I signed up for this quite a while ago. I was adamant about choosing August the 25th. I checked the schedule with paranoid thoughts in my head and saying to myself, “If I can’t get the 25th, then I just can’t do it.” Much to my relief, the date was free, and I signed up for it knowing exactly what I wanted to say, and how. I knew that I wanted to be able to publicly express what today means to me, and why still, ten years later, it still manages to cause a significant amount of heartache. Yet it is August the 25th, well into the afternoon, and I don’t know what to say, nor what it is that I want to say. I am battling with the fear of revealing something that I should not be ashamed of—it was not my fault, after all, and is now no more than a memory—but that to this day makes me feel nervous, and upset, and feeling as if I am chained down and being waterboarded.

I am a girl who has lived a majority of her life with rose-colored glasses on. The world, as I perceived it, was beautiful, and sweet, kind and understanding. The people? The same. The world, as I saw it, was a place in which fairy tales could come true, prince (or princess) charming did exist, and fairy godmothers often blessed us all with granted wishes. And yet, in spite of all the damage, as the Be Good Tanyas would say, I still very much believe it all: Fairy tales can come true. The world is beautiful. Society is kind and understanding. Wishes can come true. Life, regardless of how difficult it is at times, IS BEAUTIFUL. Fairy tales, beauty, love, care, excitement, art. Those things all exist outside of SL as well. If we look over our lives close enough, it’s all there, in our real lives.

Ten years ago today, my father died of AIDs. He was a kind man. He made the world beautiful. He is what keeps me believing in fairy tales.

I guess I really did know what to say all along.


Bette Bodenhall is a northeastern girl, USA born and raised, and in her early twenties. She attends university. In fact, the school semester begins this coming week. She is quiet, observant, shy, and wants to save lives for a living. She will be a doctor one day, and a good one. In Second Life, she breeds Ozimal bunnies, shops far too much—fatpack is a color!—and manages Glitterati. She owes her sanity to Dain Rexen, her boyfriend in both lives. He keeps her believing in fairy tales, too.

August 24th, 2010: Wesley Arbenolow

August 24, 2010

Family- A word we often use when describing one of the most important parts of our real lives. For me it never really has been, in fact it has been the opposite of that. For a long time I have felt alone in that department, and it’s an awful empty and heavy feeling. The day I got hired as a Go-Go at BLU Dance bar was a day I will never forget, because it’s the day that I learned the real definition of family.

11/24/09 my father diagnosed with lung cancer. I was in a dark place of anger and depression, torn between this “why do I care” and “no matter what he is still my father” phase. The first place I went to was BLU Dance bar, it instantly hit me that this felt like home. I knew I needed to be a part of it.

This was a rough time in my real life, I had recently cut all my close friends out of my life because I was surrounded by people going no where. I was hurting and didn’t want to be that person left out “without friends” but had to do it if I wanted to get off to school and become successful. With no support from my “family” I wasn’t sure I was going to make it. Some of the Go-Go boys at the time quickly took me under their wings and made me part of who I am today.

The two people I really need to thank for this is Divos Titanium and Adham Decuir. Divos has become more to me than a “boss” but more of a friend, someone I feel I can trust and someone who always has my back. Divos has taught me so much about myself and made me a little better in the process. Adham is the leader of this family, the man that gives us all so much and gives me these amazing opportunities.

When I get asked if I keep Second Life and First Life separate, I instantly say no, because without it, I would be without those friends and family that keeps me going when first life can’t.


Wesley Arbenolow is 21 years old living in Chicago (the real Boystown) attending an art school majoring in photography and minoring in graphic design. He practices photography and can be found working at BLU and Week-End on SL.

August 23rd, 2010: Crys Lexenstar

August 23, 2010

I have followed twothreesixfive for a while and was always jealous of those who had such a heartfelt story to share. Mostly because I never felt like I had much to say.

Then… it dawned on me as I sat on Plurk after coming back from a short break.

I realized that my blunt honesty has killed many friendships I used to have. There’s a side of me that feels it’s quite sad that people can’t seem to handle someone speaking their mind, but then again… I need to keep remembering that Second Life is a world away from the truth and the real. I figured that maybe this time around I would try harder remain close-lipped and keep a lot of my opinions to myself.
The sad thing is, I’m not like this in real life. I stick to myself, I really don’t go out as much as I used to, and I watch what comes out of my mouth.  But Second Life and Plurk has become my outlet, letting me finally be the person I wish I really was:  someone who could speak their mind without the worry of judgement.   However, in the end run, its done nothing but alienate me.
I’ve contemplated leaving SL. I’ve tried to leave Plurk.  But my pride gets in the way and I wouldn’t ever allow anyone else’s opinions towards me to force me away from something I enjoy.  So I sit on SL, surf Plurk and have fun posting my pointless thoughts, trying hard to ignore the lack of comments I have(n’t) acquired.  And shockingly, I have found I feel more fulfilled knowing that a few deletes and blocks do nothing but prove to me that some can’t handle the “truth” and chose to live life through rose-colored glasses, shunning those who don’t see eye to eye…. something I wouldn’t ever do.

In conclusion, I apologize to those I have hurt or offended.  But I don’t apologize for speaking my mind.  Because it’s who I am.  And who I will continue to be.  I don’t, and won’t, ever change for anyone just to fit in to a pixel-laden world.
I quite like who I am.


Crys Lexenstar is a newly turn 30-year-old, living outside of Detroit, MI with her best friend.  When not aimlessly standing around Second Life or Plurking, she spends her time traveling as often as possible, making plans to make a huge move to another country for the hell of it, and loving every minute of life.

August 22nd, 2010: Anastasia Trefusis

August 22, 2010

Today is the one year anniversary of a very special place in SL.
One year ago today a small group of friends rented some cheap mainland land and decided to build a little neighbourhood in the sky.

We made it as beautiful as we could on megaprim platforms, and we called it Dork Street. After a while we made a group to make it easier to chat together.

Over the past year, Dork Street has grown from 8 little 1024 plots stitched together, to 40 plots, still joined together a little awkwardly, still built on megaprim platforms in the sky. The group has grown from 5 original members to 46.

It may not look like much to those who have huge parcels on islands or homesteads. But to me, it is the most beautiful place in SL. It was built on a whim, but has survived because those megaprim platforms have their foundations anchored in friendship. There are many more people in the group than live on Dork St, but every one of them is there because of what Dork St represents.

Every one of them is incredibly special, beautiful, interesting, funny. I had no idea that you could care so much for people you only knew through Second Life. I didn’t believe in internet friendships. And yet I love them all. I care about the people behind the avatars, and I know that they care about me. That’s an amazing thing, and a testament to what Second Life can be.

My name is Anastasia Trefusis, and although my avatar will be three this November, my Second Life truly began one year ago today. I am proud to call myself a Dork. I am so proud of the community we have built together.


Anastasia Trefusis s a RL stay at home Mum living on the west coast of Canada. In Second Life she owns Estetica along with AshleePSU Snoodle, Litzi Xue and Gin Amiot, 3 amazing Dorks. When not making poses, building or doing silly things with her friends, she blogs at