Handsome escort and Roslin Petion
Today I attended the Fleur-Nicky Rees spring ball. The frocks were hefty and lovely, and I once again pondered the fact that clothing creates events, and events necessitate clothing. Symbiotic, isn't it? I enjoyed dressing to the nines in CJ Carnot's new ballroom, especially as a boy. It's much, much easier to dance when you're a boy at a ball -- I found this to be true in Caledon, and it's true outside of it as well.
This is one of those things that I'd never be able to discover outside of Second Life. Drag King I am not -- but Second Life makes genderswapping so very easy. A little too easy! It's easy to take people in, if that's your desire, about who you "are." I put "are" in quotations because perhaps how you present yourself in Second Life becomes its own little world of being, complete unto itself. Perhaps boy-Achariya has his own life when I'm not around to play him, much like the noise of the tree that falls without anyone to hear it fall...
Boy Ach and Samara Barzane
Serenity Mercier interviewed me for an article in GLAM magazine. You can find the article over here on page 47. It was interesting, my first interview for anyone. I'm not used to people thinking my ideas are all that interesting, but Serenity ruthlessly prodded until I blathered all over her. Poor woman had to decipher me for the purpose of the article!
Insert scrutiny of the nature of journalism here. What were we doing while we chatted? I think we were inventing something new between us like a Platonic dialogue. Maybe everything should be a little more dialogic -- much like the way in which clothing and events speak to one another.
Boy Ach and Jaydie Sapeur