second life

so, while in the midst of pondering my identity, a friend and fellow filmmaker, liz canner, introduced me to a way to remake myself: second life, an online world in which you create a persona, dress it up and wander the miles and miles (meters and meters actually) of user-built environments with mountains, forests, cities, skyscrapers, bars, clubs, teleports, flying saucers, motorcycles, bonfires, stores and casinos, amongst other things. you can meet people (aliens and animals too) and trade stuff with them. creating your first character is free. it costs for more. my character is named aloofdork fasching. he's tall, as you can see, enjoys fishnet and doesn't mind showing off his tight tummy. many aspects of physique are adjustable, including "package." you can purchase more detailed genitalia if you like but not wanting squander my meager L$250 allowance on vanity i chose the free, but vague, standard package at 100%. you can walk or fly and if you want to travel to a completely different part of the world you can teleport. land can be purchased, buildings built and what you create can be sold or traded. people are generally nice, but my outfit seemed to scare away most guys. for all the possibility of a fantasy online world, modesty seems to have an upper hand. guys mostly elect to keep the default denim and white tee outfit. a sassy black girl sitting on a staircase said to me, "honey, i love fishnet but you have to moderate!" she gave me some clothes to try on. later, i found a dance club full of less inhibited people, stepped in and stood watching everyone groove wondering, how do i get in on this action? the answer: F9, F10, F11, and F12. they're dance keys. soon i was gyrating like everyone else and found a hot cutie in chaps to strut with. my heart fluttered.