Autumn Swirl party at sunday 1 October 1PM

Sunday 1 October 1PM there'll be another party at Street Whores. The theme will be 'Autumn Swirl'. As usual there'll be prizes for the best in theme. DJ's Suzi and Rachael will run the sets. Parties usually last little over 2 hours here.

So, what should we dress in for the party? Preferably something that's not too heavy and warm, autumn has just started over all. And this is Second Life, we have to show off some skin. Certainly in my profession ...

Dances with whores

My friend Violet likes to dance. A lot. Where others may hang out, leand against a wall or a street lantern, often she can be seen dancing in the streets. The other morning when I walked into my work spot near the Meat Market she asked me:
  - Want to get wild and dance?

While I am often not much of a dancer, not in the streets, the answer to that was "Yes". It was time for something else. While we danced I noticed Steph, who isn't present much recently, was here and she came over to have a look at us.

When Steph left a new girl came in. She was 'just exploring' she said. Xeja soon joined in and we were dancing with 3. She was looking for a job, she mentioned, a thing I hadn't heard in SL for a while. Usually that sounds like a newbee, maybe there aren't as many real newbees around anymore and the new avatars are all just oldtimers trying something else.

Of course you can't dance in the square or do anything without Whotter coming to look you up. Well, in my case of course, having to take care of the little bugger, that is. Initially he was just looking at us, but as soon as Violet spotted him and mentioned the F-word he got started:
  - Fish?

A diary entry

Dear diary,

I was sitting at my desk this morning about to go AFK when I got this IM. It was someone who hadn't contacted me for a while, so out of politeness I sent him a message:
- I need do a few things now, so I'll be afk for a minute or 20 I think.
When I came back there were several lines of response from the other person. For the sake of privacy I won't give his name, it went like this:
- Go fuck yourself.
- For all I care.
etc.
When I asked him where that response came from he rambled on. He hated me basically, he told me, 'for always being a cunt' to him and for 'psychologically torturing' him. I looked up the notes I made in his profile and saw the first one, from 2 years ago, mentioning that he was 'a useless chatup'. That told me enough: one of the guys who adds me to contact list and then IM's me every now and then.

Fine. Most of them are boring of course and if we have nothing in common and they're never hiring me the conversations do indeed go nowhere. Too bad.
So I muted the man, after removing him from 'friend list' and that was it.

At my leg, I felt something wet and sticky. Whotter. With a newspaper filled with fish and chips in his hand. Who on earth had given that fat stuff to him? Geez, it's hard to raise a kid amongst those irresponsible women. Grr. Oh well, what do you want Whotter?
- Oh it's time to go out into the streets. Mommy has to work to buy you more fish and chips when this is finished?
Allright...

End of this entry

A typical morning in the streets

I wanted to show what a shift of a street prostitute in Second Life looks like. It serves to show it's neither glamourous, nor sexy. It's not dirty either. Most of our dealings are pretty casual. That certainly goes for the more experienced girls, who just go about their daily business and have little things they need to ask their colleagues for.

Walking past the peep show and some other relics on my way to the square where the 'statues' are. I start work there today.

It typically starts with me walking out the front door (dressed up in work gear of course) and walking to my corner for the morning. I could call it night, as it will be night for Americans and I occasionally say I 'work the night shift', but for me it's mostly morning, I drink coffee as I go along etc.
The walk gets me past the Meat Market, where I won't stop this time. I pass the new peep show, that mostly seems to function as a decoration piece and walk on to the place that is typicall the busiest. To make sure there's actually contact between some of the veterans and the managers of our neighbourhood and the girls who mostly stand at the 'zombie' or 'statue' corner we decided we should spend some time there again too. It will serve to improve Street Whores as a whole.

At the 'statues'place I talk with Gancao, who is not a statue but one of the 'good' girls.

Arriving at 'zombie central' I get a confrontation with prejudice: the girls present, who are with few, this seems a quiet morning, simply greet me back. After only a few minutes of hanging around I get company: my friend Gancao, whom I haven't seen in maybe 2 months or more, joins me for a chat.
We talk about a number of things, mutual friends, customers we both had, Whotter's dad, who did both of us, and Gancao's tendency to put on weight if she doesn't watch her eating habits.
At some point there is a man, nicely dressed, who chats us up and then leaves again after a while. The same happens with an elderly man, short, grey hair and a moustache, who comes to our place now regularly. I take Gancao apart and explain he never hires girls for sex, but he does go with them every now and then, for any other kind of attention he may need.

A chat with Christina while we work the streets of Second Life.

After a while Gancao leaves, to her new rental at Street Whores, right next door to the 'zombie square', which turns out not too bad at all this morning, and I go on to talk with another colleague. We can amuse ourselves pretty well while business is slow.
Christina mentions she is not so happy with business the past few weeks and she hopes, now the summer is over and people are back from vacations, it will pick up soon. I just nod, I have the same experience now.
After a while I greet her and I walk on myself, down the road, past the redlight windows and back to my home. This shift is over. No client, too bad.

Sitting in the hot tub

My boss was giving me instructions. He crashed. Now I am just sitting in the hot tub enjoying myself.

There's a deadline, for 15 November, so there will be plenty of time for me, either to do a shoot, as model, or write a column for the magazine. Meanwhile ... keeping the boss happy is important.

Shopping at the Cosmopolitan event

I got a notecard for the ongoing Cosmopolitan event in Second Life, for round 3 of 6. The first round I especially walked about a few times. It had lots of gifts. Round 2 and 3 have only 2 gifts so far. For me that also means I spend less time in the event building and yes ... I buy less too. Well... that saves me Linden Dollars right?

Meanwhile, back home, Whotter, who hates the word 'shopping' alone, got attention from my friend Violet, who fed him fish. Violet also had her friend / slavegirl over who danced with her. When I got back home I saw Whotter staring at her. He probably thought her a bit weird...

The peep show

The other day I walked around and saw a new building. Apparently one of the girls had started a new business: a peep show. A friendly punter had donated the building she said.

The building looked like a bit of an old-fashioned SL thing. I sort of liked it. I asked the girl to 'clean up' when she was done with her man though.
Whotter was fascinated by the thing and ran towards it. Somehow the little bugger had managed to get a hold of my wallet once again, as was shown by him possessing the coins required to 'take a peek' (or do we say: 'peep'?)

Anyways, before he got to see too much (and spent too much of my cash) I cut his little adventure short.
This morning I was surprised to see the new peep show still standing. Maybe other people besides it's owner and Whotter liked it too ...