Just a short post today to let everyone know we're alive. I beg your mercy, Masters and Mistresses. I also beg your forgiveness, kajirii. We've sort of fallen into a recent slump with our roleplay, so posting without is hard.
I have come to realize just how driven slave roleplay is by the Free; sure, we can do things by ourselves, amongst each other, but there's not nearly as much we can do. It's basically just a chat forum amongst ourselves. Without Free people to guide us, without captives to strip or people to serve, it is truly flat and non-dynamic.
Just a thought. :)
~Jaem
Friday, July 30, 2010
Monday, July 26, 2010
Trolls trolling trolls trolling trolls trolling trolls.
(I figured with the cap/rape/release theme of the game, this picture seemed to be appropriate. :P)
Griefer: Someone who shows up to an RP sim with the general goal to cause chaos and distress, making it difficult for others to play the game. Typically greifing is done by people who don't like, or agree with RP, or that sim's specified RP.
Troll: In Internet slang, a troll is someone who tries to harass[1] by posting inflammatory, extraneous, or off-topic messages in an online community, such as an online discussion forum, chat room, or blog, with the primary intent of provoking other users into a desired emotional response[2] or of otherwise disrupting normal on-topic discussion.[3] In addition to the offending poster, the noun “troll” can also refer to the provocative message itself, as in that was an excellent troll you posted. While the term "troll" and its associated action, trolling, are primarily associated with Internet discourse, media attention in recent years has made such labels highly subjective, with 'trolling' being used to describe intentionally provocative actions outside of an online context. (Wikipedia)
Last night a girl, dressed in what appeared to be cosplay, came into my camp's sim and tried to RP with us. At first, we honestly all thought she was a greifer or a troll. Some of us joked about capturing her and other people decided to plainly ignore her. During our RP, I approached her - simply curious as of to what she was interested in doing here. She walked across the bridge and I asked her "What do you seek" she then told me "meditation" and some other para-RP stuff I don't honestly remember. I then nodded and went back to what I was doing.
Sortly after that, she IM'd me, asking why I wasn't more territorial. I told her that 1) the bridge in question wasn't my bridge and 2) Valleri likes to avoid conflict. She then suggested that she approach them in RP. They ignored her. Why? Was it because they don't RP with anime freaks? No. Actually, a lot of us enjoy a good con every now and again. Was it because they were busy? Possibly, but unlikely, as if an armed person approached me I'd be a bit worried... it was because every last one of us recognized her cloak... and EVERY last one of us thought she was here to troll us, or cause us grief.
This was followed up by her IMing me after they didn't talk to her. I tried, tried, TRIED to explain to her that it was probably because they thought that she was just trying to cause trouble... or honestly, because her character just didn't have that was very Gorean about her, (this character was VERY fixated on Japanese culture as well as a certain anime.) I eventually gave up and let Jaem have the computer. What originally started with trying to explain why her RP wasn't Gorean ended up as trolls trolling trolls trolling trolls. In the end her message ended with "Good night, /b/rother." Which lead us to believe that she was a troll.
In the morning she talked to me about how much of a dickwad Jaem is and how people from mmm-chan are total douche bags... (How she figured out he was a lurker, I'll never know.) This has inspired me to write this blog... of which I will discuss how to contain the troll or griefer in your community.
First things first...
There is nothing wrong with a bit of mischief in good taste. The link below is an explanation of Gor, brought to you by ED. You will notice that it is mean, rude... and funny as shit.
http://encyclopediadramatica.com/Gor
But also realize, that the troll who wrote this, probably RPs on SL himself.
Trolls often don't mean what they say. They're just trying to get you going or make you upset. Only a fool would take this stuff seriously. Trolls aren't actually terrible people. They are just human beings with a set of beliefs who have a specific way of making themselves heard. You know, like Goreans. Ever hear the expression "DON'T FEED THE TROLLS?" When you recognize a troll, most people will be quick to defend. But the easiest way to deal with a troll is to ignore a troll. Like bullies were in the third grade, they'll get bored and move on to something else.
While griefers are typically not quite as clever as trolls, they can be a lot more serious about their work as a griefer. These are the people who lag the sim with "griefer tools" and work especially hard to take a sim down by making RP difficult. I was actually involved in a forty person raid of nothing but griefers with "manther" tags, who not only had intentions of annoying the fuck out of us, also taking time out of our RP to fight them AND lagging our sim to the point that we couldn't even freaking move. Whereas, same as the troll, you should ignore them - you should probably also mute them and it's IMPERATIVE that you contact your sim's administrator so that this person might be ejected and banned from the sim.
If you can't remember anything else in this blog, please remember this -
DON'T FEED THE TROLL! YOU WILL ONLY GIVE IT MORE POWER, THEREFOR MAKING IT STRONGER!
And also, realize that if you walk into a RP sim wearing a recognizable cosplay costume, you can - and more than likely WILL be mistaken for a troll.
Jaem's Sa-eela
DISCLAIMER: This Sa-eela was written and performed by me. If you wish to use it, please write me an email or send mail to Hikari Nirpaw asking my permission and describing what it was for. I hereby state that the following is an original work of mine (and it's pretty good, too :D).
Today I lost my shyness and fear in dancing in front of the free; whereas before I had worried if I was to be found pleasing, if being a kajirus would make me look silly when performing, if my musical taste and writing skill weren't good enough, despite my dance instructor Mia Harcourt's (of SL's Gorean Pleasure Silk University) kind words of advice and encouragement. Tonight I danced with no comforts other than Mistress Valleri; I had no knowledge that Mia would be there, nor some of my other classmates. To my surprise, it was recieved extremely well; my choice of music was noted, the timing went well, and many commented on my surprising grace and beauty as a kajirus.
The following is the dance; imagine if you would a simple dance pit, surrounded by cushions. A Czehar player plucks gently at a few strings of his instrument, tuning it, and the percussionist strikes a few quick beats to make sure his skins are in order. Inside the pit lay a slave, half curled as if sleeping. ((If you want the actual audio as an aid, play "Can you dig it" by The Monkees. It's on youtube, promise.))
Jaem looks up from his huddled sleeping position, curled up so tightly that some sand clung to his chest where legs pressed into torso. Eyes scan the room and slowly but surely he comes to life to the sound of a czehar's quick, ornamented tune.
The boy, with a face filled with sorrow, gazes out past a roomful of people, expression never changing. He was all alone. His form wraps back up as he makes it all the way to his knees, hands tracing slender curves.
Jaem allows his glinting, silvery orbs to widen as the unseen drifts farther and farther off into the distance... He weakly picks himself from his knees and clasps cold hands overhead, then sliding them past each other.
With a flowing motion his arms pass along his frame, legs slowly following the new sound of a soft drumbeat, taking soft steps. He arches, showing his muscular and yet curved form...and yet to no avail.
Jaem cries out softly, and hides his face for a brief moment, body once again enclosing on itself as he realizes his desires will go unnoticed. His shy demeanor holds him back, paralyzed for a moment, frozen.... He then catches on to the prying eyes, hungry, around him as his truly wretched state shows itself.
The kajirus looks about at the eager Free and his eyes turn fiery, empassioned. The boy's frame writhes from head to heel; hands dart out, fingers bent like claws. He rakes at thin air in need as the drum beat grows steadily faster, as do the nimble fingers of the czehar player...
The boy's form starts to rapidly rise and fall, breath agitated by the ferocity and power of each swipe of his hands. He shudders as the crisp wind kisses his worked, glazed flesh, fangs bared in a primal display of desire. He turns rapidly, kicking up sand which floats like mist, quickly dissipated by his aggravated gouges at the air.
Jaem slowly but surely begins to tire out, each breath shallower, rougher, more difficult for his poor body to bring in. Still he tries his hardest to bring himself forth, the last of his energy expended. His lips part and a loud, lewd, practically dripping moan escapes his lips, maintaining the savageness of his movement, and yet displaying his knowledge of defeat.
He falls forward, body half-curled on his belly. The music stops, and the small, weak form lay in the sand, glistening body coated with a fine layer of tan crystals, almost pale against his sun-kissed skin. He squints weakly and brings himself for but a moment up to speak.
"I hope I am...pleasing..." are the only words he manages to articulate before he falls over in exhaustion. The soft shifting of the warm sand beneath him at each deep, winded breath is the only movement after that, vulnerable and helpless before his own desire.
If Mistress Valleri wishes to add to this, I will allow it; I don't know what else to do, actually, lol. I just thought I would share this, as my confidence has grown. :D
Today I lost my shyness and fear in dancing in front of the free; whereas before I had worried if I was to be found pleasing, if being a kajirus would make me look silly when performing, if my musical taste and writing skill weren't good enough, despite my dance instructor Mia Harcourt's (of SL's Gorean Pleasure Silk University) kind words of advice and encouragement. Tonight I danced with no comforts other than Mistress Valleri; I had no knowledge that Mia would be there, nor some of my other classmates. To my surprise, it was recieved extremely well; my choice of music was noted, the timing went well, and many commented on my surprising grace and beauty as a kajirus.
The following is the dance; imagine if you would a simple dance pit, surrounded by cushions. A Czehar player plucks gently at a few strings of his instrument, tuning it, and the percussionist strikes a few quick beats to make sure his skins are in order. Inside the pit lay a slave, half curled as if sleeping. ((If you want the actual audio as an aid, play "Can you dig it" by The Monkees. It's on youtube, promise.))
Jaem looks up from his huddled sleeping position, curled up so tightly that some sand clung to his chest where legs pressed into torso. Eyes scan the room and slowly but surely he comes to life to the sound of a czehar's quick, ornamented tune.
The boy, with a face filled with sorrow, gazes out past a roomful of people, expression never changing. He was all alone. His form wraps back up as he makes it all the way to his knees, hands tracing slender curves.
Jaem allows his glinting, silvery orbs to widen as the unseen drifts farther and farther off into the distance... He weakly picks himself from his knees and clasps cold hands overhead, then sliding them past each other.
With a flowing motion his arms pass along his frame, legs slowly following the new sound of a soft drumbeat, taking soft steps. He arches, showing his muscular and yet curved form...and yet to no avail.
Jaem cries out softly, and hides his face for a brief moment, body once again enclosing on itself as he realizes his desires will go unnoticed. His shy demeanor holds him back, paralyzed for a moment, frozen.... He then catches on to the prying eyes, hungry, around him as his truly wretched state shows itself.
The kajirus looks about at the eager Free and his eyes turn fiery, empassioned. The boy's frame writhes from head to heel; hands dart out, fingers bent like claws. He rakes at thin air in need as the drum beat grows steadily faster, as do the nimble fingers of the czehar player...
The boy's form starts to rapidly rise and fall, breath agitated by the ferocity and power of each swipe of his hands. He shudders as the crisp wind kisses his worked, glazed flesh, fangs bared in a primal display of desire. He turns rapidly, kicking up sand which floats like mist, quickly dissipated by his aggravated gouges at the air.
Jaem slowly but surely begins to tire out, each breath shallower, rougher, more difficult for his poor body to bring in. Still he tries his hardest to bring himself forth, the last of his energy expended. His lips part and a loud, lewd, practically dripping moan escapes his lips, maintaining the savageness of his movement, and yet displaying his knowledge of defeat.
He falls forward, body half-curled on his belly. The music stops, and the small, weak form lay in the sand, glistening body coated with a fine layer of tan crystals, almost pale against his sun-kissed skin. He squints weakly and brings himself for but a moment up to speak.
"I hope I am...pleasing..." are the only words he manages to articulate before he falls over in exhaustion. The soft shifting of the warm sand beneath him at each deep, winded breath is the only movement after that, vulnerable and helpless before his own desire.
If Mistress Valleri wishes to add to this, I will allow it; I don't know what else to do, actually, lol. I just thought I would share this, as my confidence has grown. :D
Saturday, July 24, 2010
The Haud Deus "mambas" and the death of civilized Gor
I write this post maybe a bit intoxicated and high, so bear with me as I discuss this topic.
The Haud Deus "mambas" are essentially part of the cancer that is killing Gor; the tumor in the brain of all things logical and book-inspired. They kill to kill. They teleport people in by the tens for one single person firing upon them simply to win. They will then unceremoniously, unforgivingly, slice you up and eat only the choicest parts in order to degrade you and make you feel even more sick and unvalued than you were if you were to be eaten by TRUE mambas. There is no mention of honor. There is no use of your whole body. They will tear out your heart and then burn the rest of you as if it were common practice.
TRUE mambas, true people-eaters, as it were, are similar to the cannibalistic tribes of south africa, or the hunting tribes of Alaska and the Arctic. They respect and even cherish the animals/people they hunt. They try to make the death as painless as possible, and then apologize for any pain or stress the person or animal may feel as they die. They then thank them for the sustenance, strength, and materials they will provide for the future of the tribe they belong to before ceremoniously ending the life of said person/beast. They respect those that they hunt.
The Haud Deus "mambas," however, will simply eat what they get. They instill fear in what they hunt, and go into the most gory of details which parts they eat and which they simply throw aside. They respect not the personal limits of a roleplayer, nor do they really care about who is behind the keyboard that they intend to consume. You're a kajira? We'll eat you. A free woman? We'll eat you. A snivelling, weak, sick, helpless kajirus? HELL YES, we will eat your heart and burn the rest, and then discard the bones.
This may be a rant, but it is a rant in the hopes that no others will follow their "tribe's" footsteps. Gor as a whole finds life to be precious, even true mambas know that. This group requires that you have a mind set on the murder of others in order to participate in their daily practices. For this reason I post, and I beg you, as a slave boy only can, not to seek them out, and to avoid them at all costs.
I wish you all well,
~jaem
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Pieeeeeedmont...
"A city mentioned in a brief comment on the exploits of Dietrich of Tarnburg. Its exact location is not specified though likely at the foot of a mountain, as the name would indicate." - www.worldofgor.com on Piedomont
I've been to this sim a few times before. Mainly when I'm bored and I want to take a visit to some non-threatening sim. Piedmont is a sim that doesn't participate in force collar or force capture, or raids and is purely role play! Perfect, eh? Not all the time...
Piedmont is a sim which is (for a lack of a better word) marketed to Gorean lifestylers. As I've made clear in my introduction, a Gorean lifestyler I am not. Also, after my first night in Piedmont, I was informed via IM that I shouldn't expect a lot of roleplay out of the locals, as they are purely about the lifestyle. I was a bit disheartened, but I decided to stay, even though I knew going into it that it wasn't going to be the best roleplay of my life. (I originally wanted to visit a different sim, but since the internets were acting funny I decided to head there instead.)
When I first got there I searched a bit for the little green dots on my screen, hopin' to get some action in. There was a scribe on and also a man who was wearing nothing but a "censored" bar across his crotch. My first thought was, "OMFG, you's trollin'!" but when I headed into the inn, sure enough censor man followed suite. I looked around and finally found my room for the night, (which seemed to me it may to be made up as a fancy alcove of sorts.) Knowing that censor man was downstairs, OOC, I made a trip to the second floor and hollared from the balcony - covering my eyes and so forth.
I soon found out that censor man was NOT a troll, but infact a pretty cool dude. My opening line was something along the lines of, "Any other city and your freedom would be questioned!" and so he came back with "Any other city and you wouldn't be here (in the tavern.)" I then declared that we're square and asked for his name, and told him my real name, as I felt he was no threat. Shortly after he asked my homestone; it was quickly after that we found that we were both outlaws of sorts. We sat in the tavern, BSing a bit and talking about whatever happened to come up. I am pleased to say that by the end of the night there were two yellow dots on my screen opposed to one. :) Eventually it came time for my RL bedtime and I said goodnight... hoping that I could perhaps just get a little bit of RP in the morning. The same person who was online the night before was the only person in sim, (the scribe, not censor man) so I left... because I didn't want to roleplay in a dead sim all day... just to go to a not dead sim where everyone runs around OOC, and downs their own people, it seems. o.o
In my time at Piedmont I learned something, rather important about roleplaying in Gor. Part of the experience of roleplay is defense. Defending your family, your homestone, your place of business, ect, ect. Anther important part of the roleplay experience is fear of being collared, of being caught, or being revealed. Now, I am in no way saying that raiding outlaw camps and taking them back to rape their men is my role in Gor. No, no. In fact, right now my header says "There's more to Gor than sex and raids!" buuuut, my point is that non-combat sims limit roleplay oppertunities. I can understand the position of the people of whom live in Piedmont. The majority of their residents, as mentioned earlier, are lifestylers. However, for those of us who aren't interested in sex... this brings up a bit of a problem.
In conculsion, Piedmont can be a fun place to stay if you're just hanging out and want to take a break for an hour or so without getting collared... but like Jort's Ferry isn't a vacation destination. o.o
(Image taken from www.myspace.com/goreanlifestyle)
I've been to this sim a few times before. Mainly when I'm bored and I want to take a visit to some non-threatening sim. Piedmont is a sim that doesn't participate in force collar or force capture, or raids and is purely role play! Perfect, eh? Not all the time...
Piedmont is a sim which is (for a lack of a better word) marketed to Gorean lifestylers. As I've made clear in my introduction, a Gorean lifestyler I am not. Also, after my first night in Piedmont, I was informed via IM that I shouldn't expect a lot of roleplay out of the locals, as they are purely about the lifestyle. I was a bit disheartened, but I decided to stay, even though I knew going into it that it wasn't going to be the best roleplay of my life. (I originally wanted to visit a different sim, but since the internets were acting funny I decided to head there instead.)
When I first got there I searched a bit for the little green dots on my screen, hopin' to get some action in. There was a scribe on and also a man who was wearing nothing but a "censored" bar across his crotch. My first thought was, "OMFG, you's trollin'!" but when I headed into the inn, sure enough censor man followed suite. I looked around and finally found my room for the night, (which seemed to me it may to be made up as a fancy alcove of sorts.) Knowing that censor man was downstairs, OOC, I made a trip to the second floor and hollared from the balcony - covering my eyes and so forth.
I soon found out that censor man was NOT a troll, but infact a pretty cool dude. My opening line was something along the lines of, "Any other city and your freedom would be questioned!" and so he came back with "Any other city and you wouldn't be here (in the tavern.)" I then declared that we're square and asked for his name, and told him my real name, as I felt he was no threat. Shortly after he asked my homestone; it was quickly after that we found that we were both outlaws of sorts. We sat in the tavern, BSing a bit and talking about whatever happened to come up. I am pleased to say that by the end of the night there were two yellow dots on my screen opposed to one. :) Eventually it came time for my RL bedtime and I said goodnight... hoping that I could perhaps just get a little bit of RP in the morning. The same person who was online the night before was the only person in sim, (the scribe, not censor man) so I left... because I didn't want to roleplay in a dead sim all day... just to go to a not dead sim where everyone runs around OOC, and downs their own people, it seems. o.o
In my time at Piedmont I learned something, rather important about roleplaying in Gor. Part of the experience of roleplay is defense. Defending your family, your homestone, your place of business, ect, ect. Anther important part of the roleplay experience is fear of being collared, of being caught, or being revealed. Now, I am in no way saying that raiding outlaw camps and taking them back to rape their men is my role in Gor. No, no. In fact, right now my header says "There's more to Gor than sex and raids!" buuuut, my point is that non-combat sims limit roleplay oppertunities. I can understand the position of the people of whom live in Piedmont. The majority of their residents, as mentioned earlier, are lifestylers. However, for those of us who aren't interested in sex... this brings up a bit of a problem.
In conculsion, Piedmont can be a fun place to stay if you're just hanging out and want to take a break for an hour or so without getting collared... but like Jort's Ferry isn't a vacation destination. o.o
(Image taken from www.myspace.com/goreanlifestyle)
The Wonderful World of Sais
"This town is part of the Vosk League. It is located west of Ar's Station, Jort's Ferry, Point Alfred, Jasmine, and Siba." - angelfire.com on Sais.
It's safe to say that Sais isn't like ANY other city that I've visited so far. Sais, is very much a very by-the-book sim, but at the same time treats it's people very, very well. Everyone from the red caste to the red silk is treated with respect and care. This is probably the first time that I've actually understood why a by-the-book sim is preferred by so many. The honor, the pride, the glory of the village filled the pixelated air. It is the first city that I've come across along the Vosk River that hasn't been taken over by pirates, panthers, outlaws or mercenaries. I was warned that Sais wasn't going to be an easy stay, and in order to keep myself safe I had to tell quite a few lies, this included my name, homestone and caste. Two of which I don't even posess. When I first came to Sais there were a set of men there, eager to greet me. One of the men escorted me into the city and set me up with a kajira tour guide (a lovely kajira.) When I first asked about lodging, I was under the impression that the inn was in the tavern, as so many things are. We discussed what would be of me, back and forth a few times before he insisted that my drinks and lodging were on his tab. For his generosity I owed to him a salve which I sent with the kajira before I went to bed, (logged off.)
I was given a tour by the pretty kajira. She showed me the village, the bakery, the various places where the castes practice and the residental area. What I found especially interesting was the tavern. There are very strict rules, as not only are unescorted freewomen not allowed to enter, but white silk slaves are also forbidden to enter. I was VERY VERY impressed, and pleased that white silk kajiras were so well protected. :) We finally ended our tour at the infirmary, where the inn is actually located. Since the kajira wasn't entirely sure how to get into the inn, we stopped and talked to the neighborhood scribe. This was where the majority of lying took place. While I am a merchant of sorts, and I do live in walking distance of Corcyrus it is not my homestone, nor is the gold and white caste mine. As I was wearing a green colored dress he asked me if I was of caste. When I told him no, he told me that it wasn't anything a bit of studying wouldn't fix. I then told him my secret Gorean ambition on second life... and that would be... that if I were to pick a caste... I'd be.. A LAWYER!
*GASP!*
He then told me that there is a training academy called the Gorean Legal Academy. OOC, I immediately joined their group and dropped my jaw. Guess where I'm gonna get my education on! You guessed GLA? You guessed right! I wonder if talunas have lawyers... :) (Probably not, as they are basically ex-slaves living as outlaws.) Regardless it can't hurt to look into it, right? Shortly after the friendly scribe added me as a friend and I prayed to God he would still think I was a worthy person to converse with after he saw my profile, (Which mind you, explains that I am NOT a pretty freewoman merchant from Corcyrus, and that I actually go by my username, "Valleri.") Last night ended with my stripping down to my underwear, (Which definately looks like kajira clothing, as it's just a corset and panties) and snuggling into my nice big bed. My first day in Sais was wonderful. I was hopeful that it would be just as lovely in the morning... and it was. :)
In the morning I headed out to the women's pavilion (a lovely, and MUCH less misogynist alternative to the tavern. My feminist self didn't enjoy the segregation, but very much enjoyed that I didn't have to listen to men drool over kajiras. There I met a recently freed ex-slave who was mourning the lost of her lover. It was sortly after that in which I decided it was time for an RL swim and a gri'lled cheese sandwich. When I signed back on, I shocked to see that there was a kajira who I had met earlier who was down to 25% health with a rock drawn. I looked to my left and low-and-behold the tavern was on fire. The kajira and I did our best to put out the flames, roleplaying carrying heavy buckets of water into the tavern and doucing the flames over crunchy arrowheads. There must have been a massive raid before I woke up because the lag was rediculous. When we were finished putting out the fire the sim called for a restart. That was when I roleplayed walking to the gate and leaving, as there was no way I was going to be able to actually, really leave in 60 seconds.
Overall, my stay in Sais was lovely. I wish that more Gorean sims could be as wonderful as this sim was. They were honorable, respectful, classy even. And, as close to the books as someone could realistically get. The people are so friendly from the red castes (which I usually fear and hate) to the freewomen and even the kajriae! I highly suggest a visit, and if your own sim recently folded, that you check out this place - as it's awesome! :)
Valleri's Rating of Win: ********** (out of ten of course.)
- Valleri
**Image belongs to jozie.net/gor
It's safe to say that Sais isn't like ANY other city that I've visited so far. Sais, is very much a very by-the-book sim, but at the same time treats it's people very, very well. Everyone from the red caste to the red silk is treated with respect and care. This is probably the first time that I've actually understood why a by-the-book sim is preferred by so many. The honor, the pride, the glory of the village filled the pixelated air. It is the first city that I've come across along the Vosk River that hasn't been taken over by pirates, panthers, outlaws or mercenaries. I was warned that Sais wasn't going to be an easy stay, and in order to keep myself safe I had to tell quite a few lies, this included my name, homestone and caste. Two of which I don't even posess. When I first came to Sais there were a set of men there, eager to greet me. One of the men escorted me into the city and set me up with a kajira tour guide (a lovely kajira.) When I first asked about lodging, I was under the impression that the inn was in the tavern, as so many things are. We discussed what would be of me, back and forth a few times before he insisted that my drinks and lodging were on his tab. For his generosity I owed to him a salve which I sent with the kajira before I went to bed, (logged off.)
I was given a tour by the pretty kajira. She showed me the village, the bakery, the various places where the castes practice and the residental area. What I found especially interesting was the tavern. There are very strict rules, as not only are unescorted freewomen not allowed to enter, but white silk slaves are also forbidden to enter. I was VERY VERY impressed, and pleased that white silk kajiras were so well protected. :) We finally ended our tour at the infirmary, where the inn is actually located. Since the kajira wasn't entirely sure how to get into the inn, we stopped and talked to the neighborhood scribe. This was where the majority of lying took place. While I am a merchant of sorts, and I do live in walking distance of Corcyrus it is not my homestone, nor is the gold and white caste mine. As I was wearing a green colored dress he asked me if I was of caste. When I told him no, he told me that it wasn't anything a bit of studying wouldn't fix. I then told him my secret Gorean ambition on second life... and that would be... that if I were to pick a caste... I'd be.. A LAWYER!
*GASP!*
He then told me that there is a training academy called the Gorean Legal Academy. OOC, I immediately joined their group and dropped my jaw. Guess where I'm gonna get my education on! You guessed GLA? You guessed right! I wonder if talunas have lawyers... :) (Probably not, as they are basically ex-slaves living as outlaws.) Regardless it can't hurt to look into it, right? Shortly after the friendly scribe added me as a friend and I prayed to God he would still think I was a worthy person to converse with after he saw my profile, (Which mind you, explains that I am NOT a pretty freewoman merchant from Corcyrus, and that I actually go by my username, "Valleri.") Last night ended with my stripping down to my underwear, (Which definately looks like kajira clothing, as it's just a corset and panties) and snuggling into my nice big bed. My first day in Sais was wonderful. I was hopeful that it would be just as lovely in the morning... and it was. :)
In the morning I headed out to the women's pavilion (a lovely, and MUCH less misogynist alternative to the tavern. My feminist self didn't enjoy the segregation, but very much enjoyed that I didn't have to listen to men drool over kajiras. There I met a recently freed ex-slave who was mourning the lost of her lover. It was sortly after that in which I decided it was time for an RL swim and a gri'lled cheese sandwich. When I signed back on, I shocked to see that there was a kajira who I had met earlier who was down to 25% health with a rock drawn. I looked to my left and low-and-behold the tavern was on fire. The kajira and I did our best to put out the flames, roleplaying carrying heavy buckets of water into the tavern and doucing the flames over crunchy arrowheads. There must have been a massive raid before I woke up because the lag was rediculous. When we were finished putting out the fire the sim called for a restart. That was when I roleplayed walking to the gate and leaving, as there was no way I was going to be able to actually, really leave in 60 seconds.
Overall, my stay in Sais was lovely. I wish that more Gorean sims could be as wonderful as this sim was. They were honorable, respectful, classy even. And, as close to the books as someone could realistically get. The people are so friendly from the red castes (which I usually fear and hate) to the freewomen and even the kajriae! I highly suggest a visit, and if your own sim recently folded, that you check out this place - as it's awesome! :)
Valleri's Rating of Win: ********** (out of ten of course.)
- Valleri
**Image belongs to jozie.net/gor
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Gor on a rainy day.
This post isn't actually about the combination of playing Gor as it rains outside on Earth; it's about reflecting on Gor while listening to rainymood.com and some very relaxing, reflective jazz music. Yes, I know what the jazz is all about, thank you, Bill Cosby.
Gor seems to be getting progressively worse on the whole. The death toll rises. People have sunk into using the Capture, Rape, Release as a standard rather than something to be avoided. BDSMers have snuck in everywhere, and kajirii wander about looking for a tribe to take them, rape them, and let them go rather than actually do any service (yes, this has happened in my sim as I'm sure it has in others).
But at the same time, those who are committed to the roleplay, to building story arcs, to developing characters and places and livelihoods of fictional beings, continue to get better at their wordcraft and their, well, artform. More dynamic, interesting ideas continue to pour into Gor. People are more and more often using the books as inspiration rather than a bible. I saw someone with eyeglasses on, for instance, which in some places would have caused an uproar, but Gor had sand, had metals to make frames, and the Eastern Plains have magnifying glasses and microscopes, so...why not?
It's really two sides of a coin with Gor, so far, but as the good keeps getting better, I have hope for our roleplay community. Hopefully, more people will go to heads, instead of always seeking tail.
~jaem
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Valleri's Trip to Siba!
"his is a town located on the Vosk River. It is a member of the Vosk League; 19 river towns united against river piracy on the Vosk. It is similar to any of the city-states of ancient Earth Greece." - jozie.net on Siba
Much like Corcyrus, the town of Siba was taken over by outlaws - making the sim rather dead. There are three factions to this sim; the pirates, the outlaws and the village. (so, as you can imagine, it's not exactly doing it's job when working together to unite against piracy. Yar.) I've been here before to scout, and once looking for a lost slave of mine. The first time there was hardly any roleplay, the second time scared me out of my freewoman poof, but was some very excellent roleplay.
When I first got to Siba I was sure to take the trade and roleplay only dock, hoping that this would be a better experience than that of Jort's Ferry. When I arrived there seemed to be very little activity going on. There was an outlaw talking to her kajirus, and a few people who I couldn't see on my mini-map. I soon shut my mini-map, as I like to make my roleplay as real as possible. I wandered on into the village, searching for an inn. When you first enter, there's a blacksmithing unit, what looks to be a auction block and a place for the green and blue castes. There is also, thank God, an inn.
As soon as I spotted thus said inn I was filled with arrows by a pirate who I recognized from earlier raids I've been involved in, (let's not forget I AM a taluna.) I ran around, not sure where the raid dock was so I booked it to the trade dock... which had a big sign that informed me that if I exited that way I would be banned... SHIT. Well, I was downed; fucked. I had no weapons to defend myself as I was really, REALLY hoping this was going to be a peaceful trip. I quickly began to question which land was more dangerous. That of Jort's Ferry or Siba... Luckally, the outlaw who was talking to her slave earlier saved my poor disguised-as-a-lady ass. The pirate soon fled, (must have been scouting) and the outlaw helped me to my feet before I, foolishly, returned to the damn village to find the inn.
When I ran back I noticed that there were a LOT of people dressed in black... and then I noticed that there were a LOT of arrows flying back and forth. I climbed to the top of the blacksmith's hut thing and hid next to the chimney as I wondered who was with who (I have my tags disabled to enhance my roleplayz.) When the fighting died down and the locals were binding their captives I made a mad dash for the inn. Now, this inn/tavern is pretty interesting. When you first approach it the first thing you see is a graffiti'd rendering of the word 'Outlaws' on the front... which would lead one to think that this isn't the safest place for an unarmed female. It has all of the things you'd imagine a tavern would have - a dance pit, seating, a chilla, ect, ect, however it had a few things that I had NOT seen before. First thing I noticed was the posted menu on the wall. My roleplaying self was impressed, the second thing was that I noticed that they had pictures of young strapping kajirii! Oh my!
Since no one else was in the inn I just grabbed an empty room, hoping that no one would mind. I threw off my clothes and put down my hair and decided to call it a night. When I signed on the next morning I was greeted by a set of German-speaking outlaws and a few other outlaws who were pre-occupied with a captive. I seldom saw the captors again, but I did get a chance to speak with the German men. They were friendly, although being an unescorted freewoman, I felt a bit uneasy. Later on in the day I met a kajirus who reminded me a lot of a boy that I used to own... and a little bit of Jaem. :P I soon found out that, in the past few weeks, Siba has placed as one of the most raided sims... I can't say I was suprised. I also read a copy of "Gor's Sexiest Outlaws" which was a Relay of Life benefit that was quite lawlsy and very entertaining. I found it especially fun to see pictures of my enemies featured in the magazine.
In the end, Siba ended up being a much better experience than Jort's Ferry, and I very much hope that I get to visit again. :)
**image taken from secondlife.com
Valleri's Trip to Jort's Ferry
"This is a town located on the Vosk River. It is a member of the Vosk League; 19 river towns united against river piracy on the Vosk. It is similar to any of the city-states of ancient Earth Greece." - jozie.net on Jort's Ferry
My trip to Jort's Ferry was not what my Earthian self expected at all. In Jort's Ferry there is very little with the exception of the camps that outline the lands and the infermary. Even the most rural of sims generally have an inn or a tavern or somewhere "safe," so I wasn't expecting this at all. When I first stepped off the ship, onto the lands I wondered around for a little bit, looking for a tavern, an inn or a non-combat zone I could get some roleplay. I followed the signs to the infermary, thinking that there's probably something up there. Was I wrong, oohhhh was I wrong. I felt my RL self panic. I wanted to make sure that I stayed where I was, incase my sisters needed to find me - as I was sure to give Jaem a copy of my schedule before I left. Oh, and one of the most precious parts of this? My tribe has specific enemies in Jort's Ferry. As a matter of fact, the first time I ever went there I was a kajira and I went OOC, in the market so that I could be sure to get my damn bow (Shameless plug: Bow of Lazarus for $1L in the market of Jort's Ferry!) because I was scared that someone would see me and get suspecious.
Alas, the closest Jort's Ferry has to a tavern is a sign at their dock that says "Jort's Ferry Tavern" on top of the market for RP trade items. I ended up making a few discoveries, some of which I wont post here because I don't want to disclose any secrets for people who live there. After I realized that I wasn't going to find shit out there I found a tent that I decided to self-roleplay a little in. I took off my shoes, since I was wearing heeled boots, my cloak and my veil. I then took my hair down since I figured it would be a bit unrealistic for me to run around with my hair in a perfectly placed bun.
After sitting around there for a little while I decided to do some roleplay, that typically wouldn't be in my character to do unless I was desperate... and was I desperate. o.o I drew a panga that I RP'd stealing from the capitan on the way over,(Yeah, not the best roleplay I've ever done, but I wasn't about to play the poor helpless free woman game when I knew I was on heated ground.) and headed over to a set of houses that I found when I first started exploring Jort's Ferry. There, in a fenced community were three houses. A red house, a blue house and a yellow house. There was also a bosk off to one side and a fire in the center, with logs on it to sit. On the other side of the establishment there was an auction block. Seeing this made me shiver a little bit in my Victorian style dress. It was at this time that I decided to RP stealing something to eat, and placing it over the fire in the middle.
Now, the entire time that I was in this sim I was scared shitless, and wanted nothing but to leave. Jort's Ferry, obviously to people who actually know what they're doing, is a place made for combative role play. However, the way that I was roleplaying my stay in Jort's Ferry was that I couldn't leave until morning, because that was when the ship that I paid for was coming into port. I eventually settled somewhere when I was reading my friend's RP from earlier in the day and noticed that the locals had became hip to my being there via mini-map (as I have enemies there, they probably thought I was scouting.)
Eventually, I gave up and decided that since it was past midnight I could leave instead of making myself crazy, not wanting to stay online and moved on to my next location (which you get to read about tomorrow!) Moral of this story - Jort's Ferry isn't a vacation destination. :P
**Image belongs to jozie.net
The rise of brutalism in Gor; a slave's perspective.
It seems to me that those who can roleplay do and those who can't kill. And I'm not talking about justified kills here. Death was a large part of Gorean life; it happened every day. However, it seems like killing has become an answer to a lack of an imagination, or to a poor roleplay, or to getting someone you didn't want from a raid.
Killing someone isn't the solution to all but a few roleplays; it's the failure of most. I can't stress this enough. I, personally, have had my character for two and a half years, and have only died two times...both of which happened in the same week, and both were but a month ago. For some solid numbers to get you thinking, SL-Gor has a population of roughly 16,000 people. There is at least one death every hour. Not including peak hours, in which kills spike anywhere from five to fifteen kills an hour, that makes 24 characters dead a day. Not everyone is like me; willing to say the Priest Kings somehow magically revived them. Some people will stop playing Gor. Some people will have to begin entirely new characters. Some people may leave roleplay all together.
There are ways to avoid death in Gor. Do something creative; I have heard of a panther tribe that would dress men up in silks and release them on the outskirts of other panthers' hunting lands, and if they could make it to the other side of the sim and back they were freed. I've read people who would post captives on crosses displayed in the front of their camp for all to see and fondle and grope and...well, etc, etc.
The point of this post is that life was precious to Goreans. They would find a way, ANY way, to avoid killing someone. Please keep this in consideration while you decide the fate of the poor slaveboy you have in your kennels.
~jaem
**Image is the cover art for the book "Assassins of Gor"
Monday, July 19, 2010
Valleri's Trip to Corcyrus
"This is a city southwest of Ar, which until recently was ruled by a Tatrix, Sheila of Corcyrus. She was deposed for her tyranny,and after a lengthy war, the fortunes of the city are again on the rise. This city is similar to any of the walled city-states of ancient Earth Greece." - jozie.net on Corcyrus
On Saturday night, for a personal reason, I have decided to take a sabbatical to the great unknown... to Valleri at least. As I make my way around Gor I will be updating with what I find. Today I will be talking about Corcyrus, which I visited yesterday.
Corcyrus is a city, which from what I understand, used to be a giant, booming by-the-book sim. Yesterday when I visited that wasn't the case. The entire time that I was in the sim there were about ten people who were online at a time. All mercenaries and slaves, granted they weren't bad guys. Pretty cool. When I originally came to Corcyrus I stumbled on their camp which is adjacent to the city. From what I understand, Corcyrus actually employs the Blackbird Mercenaries to protect the city, so everyone's cool. And Lake Ias, (where my camp resides) has a truce with Corcyrus, so I wasn't worried about getting shot up when I met them. One of the mercenaries, who's name I don't remember anymore, escorted me to where I needed to be.
When I entered the city the only people who where in there were in the tavern. I had been there once before, visiting a freewoman who is now a panther. When I visited the first time women were not allowed into the tavern without an escort, however they were free to visit the tearoom. I couldn't find an inn from where I was standing so I asked a kajira if she knew where I could find the inn. She told me that to my left there was a tavern that I was free to stay in. "Are women free to enter the tavern, girl?" I asked her, questionably. She told me that she believed so, but she didn't seem entirely sure. Shortly after, another kajira came to my side and asked me if she might be of service. She told me that the inn was above the tavern, and what she said after that was a bit confusing. She made it sound like I couldn't enter the inn without an invite to go to the tavern. This was made clear by a female outlaw, who's name I never caught who assured me that all are welcome in the tavern and asked the girl to show me to my room.
I spent the rest of the night roleplaying by myself, making plans to go where I am visiting today. I signed off when Jaem was ready to go to bed, IRL. This morning when I signed in I put my pretty dress on and got ready to head out to today's destination (which you wont know until tomorrow!) On the way out the door I asked a kajirus to let me out. I don't think he realized that I had asked a question, as he asked me if there was any way he could serve me. This boy, if I might add, was a kickass slave. In fact, I'm going to take a few seconds to tell you about the kickassery, so that more slaves might learn to be kick ass.
This kid didn't do the perma-kneel thing. You know, when your slave bobbles up and down every time they move because they're stuck in a kneeling pose. When I first saw him he was standing as he was talking to other slaves, and then it wasn't until he walked up to address me that he went into nadu. When I sat down to be served I told him I wanted cheese and larma juice. He made a few mistakes in his serves, but when he made it, he stood up. How practical! When I was ready to leave, the polite kid walked me to the ship, and (get this) released himself to walk with me! OMFG! I didn't get to tell him WHY I appreciated his service, but I gave him a peice of "hard candy for good slaves." I'm thinking I should start carrying around berries or something, sometimes "candy for good slaves" makes you feel a bit under appreciated when you do so well. I mean, at least Yata got a pastry.
All in all, my trip to Corcyrus wasn't a bad one. I wish more people would have been there to roleplay with but it wasn't a bad time. And those mercenaries were kind of cute, if I might say so. :)
**Image belongs to www.everlastingmyst.com
On Saturday night, for a personal reason, I have decided to take a sabbatical to the great unknown... to Valleri at least. As I make my way around Gor I will be updating with what I find. Today I will be talking about Corcyrus, which I visited yesterday.
Corcyrus is a city, which from what I understand, used to be a giant, booming by-the-book sim. Yesterday when I visited that wasn't the case. The entire time that I was in the sim there were about ten people who were online at a time. All mercenaries and slaves, granted they weren't bad guys. Pretty cool. When I originally came to Corcyrus I stumbled on their camp which is adjacent to the city. From what I understand, Corcyrus actually employs the Blackbird Mercenaries to protect the city, so everyone's cool. And Lake Ias, (where my camp resides) has a truce with Corcyrus, so I wasn't worried about getting shot up when I met them. One of the mercenaries, who's name I don't remember anymore, escorted me to where I needed to be.
When I entered the city the only people who where in there were in the tavern. I had been there once before, visiting a freewoman who is now a panther. When I visited the first time women were not allowed into the tavern without an escort, however they were free to visit the tearoom. I couldn't find an inn from where I was standing so I asked a kajira if she knew where I could find the inn. She told me that to my left there was a tavern that I was free to stay in. "Are women free to enter the tavern, girl?" I asked her, questionably. She told me that she believed so, but she didn't seem entirely sure. Shortly after, another kajira came to my side and asked me if she might be of service. She told me that the inn was above the tavern, and what she said after that was a bit confusing. She made it sound like I couldn't enter the inn without an invite to go to the tavern. This was made clear by a female outlaw, who's name I never caught who assured me that all are welcome in the tavern and asked the girl to show me to my room.
I spent the rest of the night roleplaying by myself, making plans to go where I am visiting today. I signed off when Jaem was ready to go to bed, IRL. This morning when I signed in I put my pretty dress on and got ready to head out to today's destination (which you wont know until tomorrow!) On the way out the door I asked a kajirus to let me out. I don't think he realized that I had asked a question, as he asked me if there was any way he could serve me. This boy, if I might add, was a kickass slave. In fact, I'm going to take a few seconds to tell you about the kickassery, so that more slaves might learn to be kick ass.
This kid didn't do the perma-kneel thing. You know, when your slave bobbles up and down every time they move because they're stuck in a kneeling pose. When I first saw him he was standing as he was talking to other slaves, and then it wasn't until he walked up to address me that he went into nadu. When I sat down to be served I told him I wanted cheese and larma juice. He made a few mistakes in his serves, but when he made it, he stood up. How practical! When I was ready to leave, the polite kid walked me to the ship, and (get this) released himself to walk with me! OMFG! I didn't get to tell him WHY I appreciated his service, but I gave him a peice of "hard candy for good slaves." I'm thinking I should start carrying around berries or something, sometimes "candy for good slaves" makes you feel a bit under appreciated when you do so well. I mean, at least Yata got a pastry.
All in all, my trip to Corcyrus wasn't a bad one. I wish more people would have been there to roleplay with but it wasn't a bad time. And those mercenaries were kind of cute, if I might say so. :)
**Image belongs to www.everlastingmyst.com
Jaem's intro post; silly Mistress Valleris and their silliness.
Tal, Masters!
Tal, Mistresses!
Tal, kajirae and kajirii.
If you already know Mistress Valleri, chances are you know me. My name is Jaem (Hikari Nirpaw on SL), taken from James Alexander Scolland by my Mistresses many moons ago, and rapidly approaching three years. I am Gorean born, from Port Kar (the good parts), where my father was an influential and gifted Green. However, as debt started to rack up with the city, the Port arranged for me to be sold into slavery, unwittingly. I escaped the slaver's boat as it was docked in Tharna and ran into the woods as fast as I could. It was there that a young slave named cara tricked me into the camp of the Sa Sa'ng Fori (at that time panthers, now taluna), and with a few bumps in the road, I have mostly been with them ever since, and am fiercely loyal to them.
My interests as far as a slave can have outside of general slavery basically extend to making me more pleasing and valuable. I am enrolled in a kajir school, and the first class I have taken is a dance one, in which I learned MANY forms of dance and how to do most of them. "BUT JAEM," you may say, "HOW on Gor can a kajirus DANCE?!" Very well, thank you, Masters and Mistresses! However, it isn't always as accepted as kajira dance. Something about a lack of breasts making ones' form less appealing....eh. I try to dance often and am, at least outside of a competition setting, normally found veeery pleasing, so if you run into me in SL Gor, feel free to order me to do so! :D
Jaem's myriad of talents.... thought I'd include this. YES, I am, indeed, being a princess by listing this off. However, as this is a blog.....I can get away with it. HAHA! * grins *
-Making Chocolate
-Making Mead
-Dancing
-General Kettle slavery
-New Slave Education
-Pleasure training (and ongoing training... * blushes a bit *)
-field dressing and minor Greenwork
-minor Scribework (reading and writing)
-Ability to speak Gorean, "Earthian", and German
My RP style generally follows as much of the inspiration of the books as it can while still allowing it to develop on its own. For instance, just because specific pastries weren't listed in Gor doesn't mean that a chocolate eclair couldn't exist; all the ingredients were there, either through Acquisition or just natural substitute.
Moreso, I'm a paragraph roleplayer SELECTIVELY. If someone is asking me a yes or no question, I ANSWER with yes or no. Not "/me looks around to see all the fine scenery of fall, eyes twinkling in the sunlight as a few leaves drift by idly. He then looks upward with a slight tilt to his head in curiosity as he listens to Her speak the words She wishes to question him with. After She finishes, he says, 'Yes, Mistress.'" However, I'm not going to serve paga by saying, "/me uncorks the paga bottle and fills a mug, walks back and sets the mug on the table, and shouts,'TADA!!!!!'" A little bit of common sense in scenarios should tell you which is right when, if I may say so without offending any Free....fellow slaves can feel offended if they wish. :P~
Behind the curtain, the smoke, the mirrors, I'm a 20 year old bisexual guy who happens to be really, really, REALLY submissive, and loves to please others...That said, I'm not Doreen. Don't come to my house and melt the doors shut, please? The locks were really expensive. T-T And I can't dance IRL, especially not belly dance. Promise. And though Mistress Valleri will argue, I'm NOT as cute as I appear in SL. Just sayin'.
Thank you for your time, and I look forward to posting again soon.
~Jaem
P.S. The picture in the right hand side happens to be Mistress Valleri and myself in what I would like to call a "grossly cute" pose. :D
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Valleri's Introduction!
Hi! My name is Valleri Xue. I'm going to guess that since this is my first blog, that if you're reading this chances are that you're one of my friends from Second Life, but on the off hand chance that you were directed here through one of my tags, I figure I might as well give you an introduction. :)
I was first brought to Gor when a strange blue light popped me from the line at the McDonald's to smack dab in the middle of Lake Ias. I wandered around aimlessly until I was spotted by a recently re-collared kajirus named Jaem. Jaem quickly informed his Mistresses, the Sa Sa'ng Fori taluna tribe, of my presence. Not knowing where I was, confused, and without a weapon of my own, I submitted to the tribe where I served as their kajira for the first month of my stay. While I was in bondage I quickly became friends with the kajirus who first spotted me. He taught me everything I knew about slavery, serving and even dancing.
While I was on my knees the Ens, as well as the talunas, saw that I wasn't made to be a slave and ordered me to construct a bow. For the second Earth month that I was in camp I was taught by my Mistresses how to shoot and, more importantly, how not to be shot. I even, on a rare occasion, went in disguise as a taluna to obtain my Mistresses freedom. My collar was finally removed by Ellia, who at the time was the En Bow. After many failed attempts, she found that I was quick enough with a bow to rise to my feet. She told me to burn my camisk and pray that I never felt the cold steel of a collar again... and I did exactly that, as I stood for the first time since coming to Gor.
I became a bambina (pledge) of the tribe, and I grew to understand the Gorean culture and the subcultures (and a few of the counter cultures) which lived on my new home. I also defended our camp, making a few trades with slavers and even collared my own slave. By the end of June 2010 I had advanced in the tribe as a full taluna. As such, Valleri now works to network and make friends and allies for herself and the tribe. She is also narcoleptic and is on a mission to make bosk burgers and sul fries.
I have a more descriptive backstory, but as most Goreans don't give a flying fuck about Earth we'll just start there, shall we? My role-play goes in a few different directions. I am not a by the book role-player; I believe that my role-play is organic, and fresh. It is a new story in the world of Gor, as I'm not re-inacting any of the "old scrolls" or pretending to be Tarl Cabot's neighbor. However, at the same time a story wouldn't be a story without a solid foundation. I try to make my role-play make sense for my character. For example, I don't particularly care to enslave women. As a taluna, I see women as being worth more than just collar hangers or sex objects. Women are worth more than the patriarchy that is Gorean society gives them credit for. This being said, I have NO problem collaring a man. This is because as a taluna I don't trust men, and as a feminist Earth woman, I find Gorean men to be... well, frankly, full of shit. Someone's got to knock them off their high kaissa, might as well be me! However, in the event that I met a slave girl who genuinely wished to serve me, and felt that serving was what she LOVED to do, I would by no means stop her.
Behind the keyboard, I am a twenty-one year old college student, studying theatre in the United States. When I'm not role-playing I enjoy binge drinking, over-eating, sleeping until 3 pm EST, collecting/trading/battling Pokemon cards, shopping for vintage clothing and anything that could have existed during the 60s or the 70s, collecting Monkees memorabilia and knitting. I'm a feminist hippie (yeaah, you wish I was trollin') who supports the Socialist Party, USA. As I mentioned before, I am in a real life relationship with Jaem, (Hikari Nirpaw.) And no, he's not my slave in real life... but sometimes it's fun to pretend. ;)
I that about sums it up for today. Jaem's turn to post next!
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