the naughty side

There’s nothing wrong with a little naughty, with being a little naughty, with indulging in as much naughty as you feel drawn too, with letting the naughty in, often, with letting the naughty out, also often, with giving your naughty total, full and free uninhibited reign.

I do, even though for ages in SL I haven’t let it or let myself do so. I used to, ages back, especially at the beginning, but then I just kind of got involved with other stuff, and then I just found I didn’t have time. Well, now once again I am finding time because once again it feels so, so right too.

 
SL is an escape, as I keep saying, it’s also safe so a perfect place to let your imagination and your impulses off the leash, or on the leash, depending on your thing. So, this is my confession, one which I have no problem with at all, in rediscovering that by calling it sinful actually only makes it all the more exciting, all the more tempting, all the more enticing and a magnet for, well, me among others.

We all have our own motivations for releasing our naughty sides in SL, mine isn’t in any way deep, just simply it’s fun, pleasurable, exciting, and even in some cases a surprising way to meet new people. I’ve even learned a thing or two, or three, which I won’t share here, you just have to find out for yourselves. Online naughtiness is pretty much normalised now anyway.

Some even call it ‘the dark side’, which sometimes and in some cases it probably is, or actually is; but hey, dark and light, one can’t exist without the other.

I know there are those who don’t agree, which is fair enough, each to their own, live and let live and all that. It’s bonkers, for sure, but bonkers is also good fun, a chance to take yourself out of yourself, or let a side of yourself that you’re can’t for whatever reason in RL do. So, I say, go for it!

Let’s get bonkers!  

~ Anan Eebus

 

 

 

 

 

hoardwear

 I confess, in SL I am a bit of a hoarder. I’m not as bad as I used to be but, well, I do have an inventory filled with between 35,000 and 40,000 objects. 

They are all assorted things, ranging from clothing of all types, jewelry, furniture, HUDs (even kept some from games that no longer exist or even work in SL), AOs, skins, shapes, hair (lots of hair), tools, builds and buildings of various kinds, yoga mats, ornaments, artworks, plus more fringe things such as weapons, magic spells, plushies, pets (I have a couple of horses, a ghost leopard, some fish and probably others I’ve forgotten about). I also have a folder dedicated to my business, so to speak, hobby really, ‘unVeiled’, for which I also made an SL group for which is free to join. All of my exhibition collection are there, neatly packed away until needed. I still get them out when I have a chance for an exhibition, when I’m offered space to do so.

Of the many assortment of things I have kept loads of prim-based stuff, as in loads of clothing from when all we had was made of prims. It must be the retro-girl in me, and my just in case thinking. I mean, you never know when, for whatever reason, I may need to default to primwear. It’s not likely but to be honest I can’t bring myself to get rid of them, having had them for so long. Some of these things, especially clothing, I’d worked hard at getting and some I wore a lot as they’d become at the time my favourite go-to modes of dressing. 

Occasionally, I do have blitzes, as in clear-outs. Some are more successful that others. The simplest approach would be to simply pick a folder of older stuff and just send it to trash, then delete them from the trash: a no going back policy. But even when I do find the energy to wade through these thousands of now pretty much redundant items I still find myself thinking, keep or throw, keep or throw? Basically, dithering. 

I suppose I find letting go not an easy thing to do, so does that make me a hoarder? Maybe a bit, but I’ve usually got a good reason for keeping whatever it is. At least, that’s what I tell myself. 

I should just bite the bullet and show my inventory no mercy, shouldn’t I? (I’ll just have a cup of tea first and think about it, maybe a biscuit too. I have plenty of those in my inventory).

© Anan Eebus

winterlines

           I love winter. 
            It’s the darkness, the long dark nights when I can hide, not be seen, pretend the rest of the world is far, far, far away or maybe doesn’t exist at all. In its absence it offers so much, it’s an absence of light but a presence of temptations that dare not come out during the day for being ostracized or bullied.
            A time when shadows are no longer distinguishable from not-shadows, when there are merged or swallowed up by the all-encompassing, as I feel I am when night comes in tracking across my skin, darkening me, reshaping me, remaking me. Every night I feel I’m being rearranged and during the winter there’s longer time for this indulgence to be indulged.
            The sun’s very lethargic during winter, almost to the point of ailing.  Or is it saving it’s energy for longer days?  Even the sun needs a rest after all the work it’s done during the spring, summer and to some extent even autumn, it has to take its toll a little bit and leave it feeling more than a little weary, weather-worn, ragged around the edges.  Hence winter, a time for it to take the time for itself leaving us to our own devices largely, leaving us to face the dark for longer and longer, encouraging us not to ignore that side, the darker side, our negative.  Colourless it may seem but rich in shades and subtlety that light can only dream of and rest on its laurels of spectrum overload to make up for what it lacks in tone.
            The winter embraces, draws me in with offering and often comes through with its tantalizing treats.  Moods are different in the winter. They become secretive, some become agitated, some tetchy, but others become reflective as though looking into the pitch dark lets is see so much more than the exposed glare of a midsummer’s day.
            Others abound also during this time. The normally hidden, forgotten, ignored, rejected, things discarded as myth, as imaginings, hallucinations.  These things exist but need the right conditions to feed and thrive, conditions that winter offers in abundance.  An uneasy balance is struck between unlikely alliances during these forbidden, and for some forbidding, months, the world beyond, or even worlds beyond, are never very far away and the fabric between so thin that merely brushing against it could cause a tear through whose frayed edges nocturnal natures may seep.
             I love the winter, precariously-balanced on the edge of the year.
  © Anan Eebus (16th January 2018)