Whotter and his toy plane

Whotter got this toy plane a few weeks ago and he has been busy playing with it. Mostly he just runs around wearing the box-shaped plane, making lots of noise. Occasionally he bumps into one of my colleauges or some punter that fell asleep in the street.

Today also. I was glad that he took his noisy new game somewhere else for a while when Bo was so unwise to say the words 'fish and chips' in her conversation with a French girl.
He wasn't flying, but Whotter surely ran like he was. Within a few seconds he had appeared in fron of her, begging for fish. It took me a while to convince him that he would not get anything for a while, since he had just finished his breakfast.
He ran off again, bumping his plane against some street lanterns and other furniture. I wonder when he will destroy the thing...

A day in whoring

It's thursday and I am going to document what happens on a typical day for me at Street Whores in Second Life. If you want excitement I suggest you go read something else ;-)

12:45 AM I wake up and get myself some breakfast and coffee before I head to the streets. Looking at minimap, it seems calm, in numbers, compared to the past 6 month average.

12:50 AM Whotter discovers I am awake and starts bugging me for fish. Shortly after I feed him I get logged off. I use the opportunity for a bathroom break and get back in.

12:57 AM I walk out into the street. It's chilly out and there is no one at the Meat Market, where I decided to start my shift. I only notice my friend and colelague Violet some 35m away.

1:00 AM I post a photo on Flickr and promote it in the 'The Sexiest : pornstars" group in Second Life, stating my goal to document a shift in the streets.

1:02 AM I notice my friend Violet has IM'ed me, 5 minutes ago. I reply to her that "I am okay" and I thank her.

1:19 AM I am going to pour myself a second cup of coffee. I check minimap and I conclude that there are 10 people present here in the red light district. One of them is a potential client. Inspecting his profile, he doesn't look very promising though, so I decide to ignore him. There's always more coffee to drink.
1:25 AM I decide to post the blog and edit it as I go along and new things happen. I send a tweet with a link to the blogpost.
1:31 AM Whotter looks me up at the Meat Market, demanding more fish. I tell him that he's had enough for breakfast already. I don't want him to get fat.
1:37 AM On minimap I spot another man in the distance. I identify him as a well-known tyre kicker and ignore him.
1:41 AM I post a link to my blogpost on Google Plus.
1:43 AM My colleague Melanie (Warden, not Tuxing) walks within my chat range. She wants to know how tricks are.
1:55 AM While I chat with Melanie, an elderly man in a dark suit walks past. He watches us, answers our greetings and then walks on.
2:07 AM Melanie walks off. She says that if she doesn't see anything interesting she will go do something fun for herself.
2:11 AM Whotter walks by, with his new cart/plane toy and asks for more fish. I tell him it's not lunchtime yet.
2:17AM I decided that I've had enough of it and I leave.

 

A long day ahead

"Yes, Whotter, it's going to be a long day!"

Whotter nods and nibbles on his fish. 

"Business isn't anymore what it has never been."

Whotter nods.

"This place is all deserted now."

Whotter looks to the left and points.

"Yes, I know."

"Whore!"

"Hey!"

Whotter waves at the girl approaching from the Zombie Square.

"Well... it seems one of the zombies woke up, at last."

 

Which Hole?

Which Hole? by Carola Conover

I did a photoshoot yesterday with Carola Conover. She was looking for a model with mesh body and mesh pussy she said. I thought my VAW XTC pussy was mesh so I reacted. She had someone else on the set, it turned out: Nicho Star. He was handsome, so no objections there.
Carola took her time to pose us all, as you would expect from a professional, and made this beautiful picture. There's a whole lot more on her Flickr feed: https://www.flickr.com/photos/143358543@N02/39923230461/

Gancao Bailey

I was chatting with Gancao this morning and she sent me this set of photos that I quite liked. I asked her who the photographer was.
"I am the photographer."

Gancao Bailey, by Gancao Bailey

Now I am trying to persuade her to join the club and make herself a Flickr-account too...

A hint of summer

My friend Violet got me these colourful clothes. Much fun! It brings a hint of summer to this dreary winter.

Whotter looked a bit strange at me. Maybe it is because I also added the huge hairbow and a pair of colourful sunglasses to the outfit. He shaked his little head while he was gobbling his fish and chips. In the cold January wind.

Revenge of the box whores

The box whores are back! With a vengeance!

I was away for a couple of days, only to find an old tradition restored: Rachael put a box on her head. She wasn't the only one this time though: soon enough 6 other girls were wearing boxes, including yours truly. The box whores decided to march the region, ending up at Zombie Point, the usually busiest area.
Soon Zombie Point was flooded with box whores, the regular whores were outnumbered by far. One man seemed interested in the box-wearing girls, the advantage of being able to fully focus on boobs and butts might have had something to do with this?

Wearing a box, one of the most common mistakes in Second Life, most often made by newbees, can be seen as an act of defiance too. Certainly in the case of Whotter, now a long time beyond his first box, who soon appeared to beg Rachael for a box from her collection as well.