Friday, August 7, 2009

La Dame aux camelias

Alright, you haven't read the book, in all probability. Alexandre Dumas (fils) wrote it in French and although it was translated in English, anglosaxons are more likely to have seen the play, which was rather inexplicably dubbed "Camille". If you haven't seen it on stage, it is possible you saw one of the 8 films that were made (one with Greta Garbo), the last one as recent as the 1980's. A lot of other movies were influenced by the story, not in the least the movie "Moulin Rouge". If those passed your notice, there is always the good chance that you saw or heard the 1853 opera 'La Traviata' by Verdi, who happened to attend one of the first stage versions of the book, back in 1852, which illustrates how quickly he decided to put the story to music. To say that book and play were immensely popular is an understatement.
The story is of romantic simplesse : the prodigal son of noble antecedents gets involved with courtesan Marguérite Gauthier (Violetta Valéry in the opera). He falls in love and can't let her go. The father appeals to the courtesan, pleading that any marriage prospects of his children are ruined by the scandalous relation. The courtesan acknowledges this and breaks off the relation, even though it is against her own best interest. The courtesan falls ill and dies of consumption, the romantic death par excellence. Much lamenting follows.
The book is interesting in its own right, as it demonstrates the existence of influential courtesans in the first half of the 19th century, well before the hay days later in the century, and offers us glimpses of how they were perceived back then. We could discuss the literary value, the dreams of romanticism, the survival of the story into later, more cynical ages, and so on. Most people will probably dismiss the story as romantic fiction, as the courtesan with the golden heart seems a bit too good to be true. Fie, to all of you! How could you be so mistrusting! You all, having visited our establishment and conversed with our fine ladies, should know better.
Fact is, Marguérite Gauthier was based on the life and death of a real courtesan. Her name was Rose Alphonsine Plessis, born in 1824 and died, of consumption, in 1847, only 23 years old. Dumas published his book in 1848, no coincidence. He was genuinely shocked by the lady's death and felt remorseful for his absence at her death bed. Remorse, because Rose and he were once lovers and they still were friends after the breakup. Unmentioned in the book, the later shining courtesan had a squalid youth, with a poor, drunk and violent father, who abused his two daughters, and more then likely prostituted them too. It could have ended with that, and Rose would have disappeared into the nameless legion of street prostitutes, but before she reached the age of 15 she ran away to Paris. She took the "stagename" Marie Duplessis (the "Du" before her family name to suggest noble descent) and was quickly noticed for her beauty, as testified by drawings and paintings that were made of her when she had become famous. She quickly collected a string of lovers, of ever increasing station, who were able to finantially support her ravenous apetite for shopping, at least for some time.
Her entry from the Demi-Monde into the Beau-Monde came when she started a relationship with Agénor, son of the Duc de Guiche. He flaunted her in public, much to the distress of his father, who appealed to Marie's good sense, pleading that the marriage opportunities of his daughter would be ruined by the scandal. Now that does sound familiar, no ? Marie ended the relation, though probably not out of romantic motives : she wasn't going to antagonize a powerful Duke. And she had reached her goal : she had been noticed.
At first, it seems a mystery that the lady became so successful. She was beautiful, alright, but suitors of a courtesan wanted to shine with their conquests, and that meant that the courtesan had to keep her own in polite conversation. Not exactly what you would expect from a poor girl with hardly any education.
Marie defied those prejudices. Contemporaries testify of her pleasant character, her sharp wit and profound knowledge of the topics of the day. The list of goods, sold after her death to satisfy part of her debtors, includes an impressive library that would not have shamed a fashionable young man with a cultural interest. She had her own salon, which was eagerly visited because of the intelligent conversation that could be expected. She could play the piano with more than average skill and was a well known sight in opera houses. We can only let our jaws drop in silent admiration that the lady had the good sense, the energy and the intellectual capacity to catch up so fast.
Contemporaries on the other hand, also point out with some shadenfreude that she was the archetypical prostitute in her vices: she was prone to be hysterical and she spent money like water, more than once embarassing her lovers finantially. Money was, in fact, one of the motives why Dumas broke up with Marie in august 1845. Much of what he wrote about the passionate early stages in his book was based on how his own relation with Marie had developped. Her spendthrift got him into difficulties, however, and -insult to injury- he wasn't amused that she continued to see other men .
Marie returned to Paris, quickly gaining a new band of devoted lovers, reputedly the composer Liszt amongst them. Eventually she married one of her lovers, count Édouard de Perregaux. Soon after the marriage, the disease that would kill her took hold. At her deathbed, her maid, her husband and her former lover count Von Stakelberg were present. Dumas was not in France at that moment, and learned of her death months afterwards. The rest was history.
Her funeral was lavish and attented by hundreds of people. Her grave still exists today and people still put flowers on it.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

the perfect outing

To the Ladies and Gentlemen of the Pearl, and residents and visitors of Victoriania;
Lately we have had the honor of Carnivale` here in town. As the name suggests, it is an event featuring big tops, animals, games, rides and all sorts of fun and innocent mischief. At such events we may perform tricks for our friends, or feats of strength. We may gorge ourself to bloatation on such treats as cannot be found at any other place or time of year in Victoriana. We may win a stuffed bear for that special someone, or compete and play sport with our friends and neighbors. It is truly a delight, a purely angelic divertation.
However, as many of you may know, we here at the Pearl have a few naughty habbits - one of them being that we cannot simply enjoy a good thing without some adventerous accidents or unexpected mischief. This Wednesday past was just such an occasion.
While most of the circumstances that result in our crazy hijinx are often planned, themed parties, today's festivities did not result from previous study. Instead, a group of the finest Ladies and Gentlemen found themselves standing around the garden with no plans for the afternoon and little hope of adventure.
In such instances reader, it is no longer a matter of having a good time, once a plan is struck, but having the best time possible. As a Lady of the Pearl, I am proud to say that we almost always are able to achieve levels of delight in our little outings than most other parties can conjure. But this should not be unique to the Pearl - and so I shall tell our story, and explain the four rules for having the perfect outing, as we at the Pearl so often do.
It wasn't long into our menage a quatre` in the garden that a decision was reached, and soon we were bumping and grinding against each other as the rickity train swung back and forth on the tracks, carrying us to Carnivale`.
This party consisted of Lady Anske Beatte, Lady Vlana Thespian, Lord Skylark Bedrosian and myself, though we would be joined by others as the afternoon progressed. The phrase 'the more, the merrier' is often more true than most people believe, as any dedicated member of the Pearl will attest to.
For who among you can say, truthfully and without flush in your cheeks, that you have not thought on such an outing, "How much I should enjoy to have Mrs. B with us, but her husband is hardly acceptable society!" or "I long to have Aunt Emily here today, but she has no money to leave us, while Aunt Gertrude has capital a-plenty, and she has been looking rather poorly of late...."?
That, friends and foes, is not how business is conducted among ladies and gentlemen of the Pearl. Only the best, acceptable company is permitted to join our fun, and that company is based not on stature or society, but on who is the best enjoyment and who is determined, in turn, to enjoy themselves. This is the first rule of enjoying a carnival the Pearl way: you must attend the event in the best of company, and a company inkeeping with your own attitude and a slave to no one elses'.
As the trip progresses in your own adventure, and you find yourself vague on the next step to an exquisitely good afternoon? You must always recall: Be witty, charming, and agreeable.
Agreeable society is always the most...agreeable. And for the perfect good time on a sunny May afternoon, agreeableness must not only come from your chosen compatriots. For how are they to be charming and agreeable to you if they have no provider of charming and agreeable banter in return? Being charming and agreeable to oneself is impossible: sooner or later we all find ourselves to be dull and unsurprising, and seek the company of others. You must be wanted as much as you want.
Lady Vlana made a good demonstration of this soon after our arrival at Carnivale`, as she may be seen here. Quite literally, she was dancing on a ball for our amusement - and how amusing we found her to be!
Of course, for all of you familiar with Lady Vlana, she is witty and charming in and of herself. Most people, in fact, are not nearly so agreeable as our Vlana, so I use this demonstration here for you less-agreeable folk to notice and take note upon. Even if you are dull in comparison to your society, you may still manage to make yourself pleasant to them with a little bit of effort! In turn, they will desire to make themselves more pleasant to you, and a good time may be had by all.
Now once your party is properly chosen and your transportation arranged, you may ask; "Lady Jas, we are now at the carnival. How may we best enjoy this spectacle with the adventure that the ladies and gents of the Pearl do?" And I shall answer, "You must be fearless."
Take, for instance, Lady Shashasha - who joined us with Corporal Prissk Sahara later in the afternoon - here presented pinned to a spinning wheel, while Lord Bedrosian amused himself with the careless tosses of sharpened blades at her poor form. Now there is nothing in this rule, reader, that states that you should not be concerned for your friends and loved ones. But you must remember that this day is for everyones' amusement, and that must always be respected.
Brave Lady Sha did not scream, though there were many times that we all glanced away. I shall spoil the story now, reader, so you are not overly concerned with the fate of our precious lady: Lord Bedrosian tossed his knives and clipped her dress, and even I dared to try a few from my own hand. Lady Shashasha was removed from the wheel, unscathed and with a heightened courage.
But fearlessness does not come from braving daggers alone. There are other dangers that must be faced in order for the most pleasing and adventorous time to be had by all. These are the dangers of society. This is most often where I lose most people, but I pray that you will stay with me here.
Society is one of the most dangerous things to face. Wounds heal, but the scar society may mark you with is generally much more longstanding. Hester Prynne may remove her letter on occasion, but it takes years of good deeds for the stigmas to go away entirely. This is the excitement of brushing against society's bone-rigid corset ways. This is what makes it fun.
The kissing booth is an excellent way of achieving this. It can be considered scandalous to let lips do what hands do with a stranger, someone whose attraction is only in their appearance. But even this can be considered acceptable, leaving a none-too-serious scar on one's personal life in the community.
We at the Pearl take that danger and rub up against it, test it, tease it. Lady Vlana again presents a wonderful example, with the aid of yours truly.
I was happy enough to participate in the kissing booth, and had a few gentlemen kind enough to pay their dues in exchange for a brief moment of contact. But what I did not expect was Lady Vlana to sneak upon me and press softness to mine in the most gentle kiss I have ever known. Everyone stood, aghast, in shock and absolutely delighted.
The most scathing part? She didn't even pay.
If you have come this far, reader, I must applaud you. Most people would not be so brave, but you must appreciate the utter enjoyment that can be had from an afternoon performed in the style of the Pearl and her people. It is absolutely the most pleasant way to spend an afternoon. As a reward for your dilligence? I give you the last rule to having the perfect afternoon trip.
Enjoy what is given to you.
My last example taken from our Wednesday trip involves all in attendence. As the sun waned across the sky, we decided that a relaxing ride in the hot-air balloon was the best way to finish what had been the perfect outing. While some got left behind, and some lept out of the basket over the ocean, the rest of us were given the opportunity to enjoy something magnificent.
The balloon took us all around the nation of Victoriana. We saw beaches, large hedge mazes, a tower in the water and a collection of the most delicate and beautiful homes to be seen anywhere. All of us in that basket came to realize how very lucky we are to have such friends, a lovely neighborhood, the Pearl and our good wits and snappy sense of style (for all of my friends are stylish ones, reader, I shall abide nothing less).
There is always something to enjoy in life, or even in a day, reader. This last lesson goes further than just an afternoon - in order to be in good spirits all of time, it is quite important to take a little something each day and appreciate it. A lover, a beautiful gown, a flower - there is always something that you can find. Not doing this leads to ornery people and ornery people have a very difficult time with finding a pleasing afternoon.
These are my four suggestions for the perfect outing, the Pearl way. For some, these rules may be difficult; for others, impossible. Should you manage to abide these four rules, I promise the most delightful time to you.
Although, on second thought, there are few people outside of our humble abode that I know of that may be able to abide all these rules. Indeed, if you are one of those rare individuals who is willing to follow all four, you may be unable to find people with whom to follow them with. No, on reflection, you are better off to come by the Pearl if you are one such individual to share in our experiences. It is the easiest way to abide these rules.
Until next time, reader, I remain most faithfully yours,

Lady Jasmine

the Adult Viewer(2)

It's been a while since I wrote my last post on the new Adult viewer. In the mean time, the release candidate has become the official viewer and you should now all be using it; all sims are updated too to accomodate the new "Adult" status. Zindra, the Adult continent, has risen from the waves and already clubs are starting to move to it. The Lindens have started to scan the mainland (i.e Linden owned land) to trace those parcels with Adult content and owners of said parcels receive the SL version of the eviction notice, explaining them what the problem is and citing a deadline before which they must have moved or adapted.
Adulthood is everywhere, in other words, but I still hear questions and remarks that indicate that many people still do not know what actually is going on, so i will use this post to tackle some of these questions.
1. you must be age verified to be an Adult
ehh, no. Age verification is one possible way to get recognized as an Adult. As the process is far from reliable or even practical for non US users (Elivis Presley got through the age verification process, no kidding) , you can also use the alternative : payment info. If you have bought Lindens via the LL webpage, you already have given your payment info to the Lindens and there is nothing you have to do. The reason for this is clear : in order to have paypal or a credit card you already went through an agecheck
2. payment info is unreliable : a teen can borrow his father's credit card
Quite right, but so is Age verification, as is evident from the Elvis Presley example. You can cheat with both methods, and the treshold to cheat with a credit card is actually higher, because you have to get a credit card first, whereas Age verification can still be fooled with minimum effort. The Lindens are actually not interested in watertight age proof; they are interested in an official statement from your part, so that they can sue you if it turns out you lied.
3. you can only get into an Adult zone if you are age verified
Wrong. Payment Info and Age check both make you an Adult. You don't need to do the two. It is possible however, that you didn't get into an Adult zone, even though you have declared payment info. There are two possible reasons for this : a) you didn't set the PG, M & A setting in the viewer settings. The default setting is PG & M only. To amend this, see what I wrote about that in my previous post b) the owner has set an additional setting on his parcel that bans people that are not Age Verified. The same can be done for people that have no payment info, by the way. The combination of an Adult parcel that bans one or both categories is downright silly, but it happens.
4. if you use the parcel settings to ban non age verified AND non payment info, your parcel is Adult
Nice try, but no cigar. Adult is Adult and that status is alloted at sim level, not at parcel level. The whole idea is that the sunday school variety of SL residents can safely walk into a parcel and know for sure that there will be no Adult content. These users want to be blocked from entering an Adult parcel, even though they are age verified and/or payment info declared. Parcel settings do not do this.
5. I don't want to be an SL Adult. That would make me a pervert.
Wrong. As stressed in the previous point, someone having Adult status (because he has a paying account) may still want to be kept away from Adult sims. They would be quite shocked to hear that you consider them perverts. Besides, in the recent Linden blog post about their intellectual property rights initiatives, it was clearly stated that in their future program to protect buyers, the Lindens should have the identity and payment info of the seller on file. In other words, they should be Adults. It is clearly the objective of the Lindens that being Adult will once be the normal state of a resident.
6. Is this the end of the free account ?
Good question. So far, the answer is no. You can have a free account and still have payment info on file, so you can have Adult status. Looking to the content protection initiatives mentioned earlier, a free account could still have himself recognized as a seller.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

sending notes to Corinna

We remember from the first example of Ovid's art, published not long ago, that his devotion to Corinna was anything but platonic. I deliberately chose that poem to make it clear to anyone, that his poetry may seem akin to the musings of medieval troubadour love ideals -and the Victorian romanticism they inspired- but that the spirit of his poems probably spark more recognition with minds tuned in to depravity. Which is odd, as the ideal of Courtly Love did look for its justification in Ovid's lines. And indeed, in some nice elegies he does seem to put the object of his adoration on a pedestal. One cannot help but to be tricked by this, but make no mistake : Ovid was a playboy, and lust his prime motivation.

Book I Elegy XI: His Note to Her
Skilled at gathering unruly hair and setting it in place
Nape’s not just an ordinary lady’s maid,
she’s known to be useful in the secret service
of night: clever at carrying messages between us:
often exhorting a hesitant Corinna to come:
often faithfully labouring to find things out for me –
here take these wax tablets by hand to my lady
and be sure to avoid obstructions and delay!
There’s no stony vein or harsh metal in your breast,
older than the others, there’s no foolishness in you.
It’s easy to believe that you’ve felt Cupid’s arrows –
see the traces of your battles in me!
If she asks how I am, say I live in hope at night:
you’ll carry the rest in your hand, flattering waxen words.
While I speak, time flies. Give her them when she’s free,
Make sure though that she reads them straight away.
Watch her eyes and brow as she chews them over:
and know that a silent face may show the future.
When she’s read it I need a long reply, and no delay:
I hate it when the clear wax is mostly empty.
Let her squeeze the lines in ranks, and hold my eyes
with letters that graze the edges of the margins.
Why should she weary her fingers holding a pen?
One word can take up the whole tablet: ‘Come!’
I won’t hesitate to wreathe the victorious tablets with laurel
and set them up in the centre of Venus’s temple.
I’ll write: ‘Naso dedicates these loyal servants to Venus,
these tablets that till now were worthless maple-wood.’

And with this poem entered the Roman playboy's accomplice in crime : the maid of the lady of his adoration. She was his prime line of communication. "Why not address the lady herself", you might wonder. Was Ovid shy after all ? Well, not on this matter. It isn't evident yet in these lines, but later on we will see poems where Ovid gives us the answer : Corinna was a married woman.
Can you feel his anticipation , gentlemen ? The sexual conqueror, confident that he has the lady firmly hooked to his attentions, having seen the evidence of her own desire. He smuggles in a letter, smiling at the gullability of his rival, her husband. This is a man that would love to take the lady with a snoring husband next door.
But alas for him :

Book I Elegy XII: Her Reply
Weep for my misfortune – the miserable tablets returned
with a wretched message saying: ‘Can’t manage today.’
Omens mean something. Just now when she wished to leave
Nape stopped when she stubbed her toe on the threshold.
Remember next time you’re sent out, crossing the doorsill,
pick your feet up, carefully and soberly!
Away with these surly tablets of funereal wood,
and you, wax, filled with your negative message! –
Extracted I bet from honey of long hemlock flowers
made by the infamous Corsican bees.
Just as if you’d blushed, steeped in deep dye –
that colour indeed was truly bloody.
Useless wood, I’ll throw you out at the crossroads,
so the weight of a passing wheel can smash you!
Even the man who carved you for use, from the tree,
I’m convinced the man had impure hands.
That tree held some wretch hung by the neck,
it offered itself as dread executioner’s crosses:
it gave vile shade to the screeching owls,
and carried their eggs and vultures in its branches.
Madman, did I give these to my lady, trusting
my love to them, to carry my gentle words?
This wax is more fitted to garrulous words of bail,
to be read aloud by some hard mouthed attorney:
or better to throw these tablets among the accounts,
where a miser goes weeping for his lost wealth.
So I judge you, two-faced things by nature.
The number itself is in no way auspicious.
How to curse you, in anger, other than crumbling age
might rot you, and whiten your wax in a filthy place?

Poor Ovid.
There are things to keep in mind here : first off, conqueror he might be, but Corinna clearly had the choice of keeping him at bay. She was not a slave to his passions. Note that the man curses the tablets on which her refusal was written, but not her. He doesn't seem to consider her reaction as an insult to his masculinity. His reaction is akin to a courtier's, who has been denied access to his Lord. In this, it does approach the medieval courtly ideal, that broke with the tradition that women were lust objects.
Knowing Corinna from other poems, I cannot help but wonder about her motivations for her refusal. It might be, that her husband was in the way, as Ovid seemed to accept. Just as well, she might already have had an appointment with one of her other lovers. Roman matrones liked the sexual freedom of those days just as well and lived it to the fullest.

Friday, May 1, 2009

the Adult viewer

Well, we normally do not discuss the technical part of second Life here, basically because most of our members are too busy having fun to care. But I will have to make an exception now, as the new release candidate (which is an unofficial release and will evolve yet, as issues are discovered and corrected). This Release Candidate ("RC") of version 1.23 was rumoured to contain code for the enforcement of the new "Adult" ranking system, so I could not contain my curiosity , and tried it out. And as I wrote several times about the ranking system, I figured you too would be interested
Let us first be clear, that this is an RC0, a very first release of the new version. The previous version was finalized at RC11, so we can expect some time to pass, before we reach anything resembling the actual upgrade. So any issues I report will likely be solved before that, especially those that are mentioned in the "known bugs" section of the release notes.
Those release notes are impressive, in the sense that it takes quite a while before one has read the lot. Most of the new functionality revolves around the new rating system (which is what we are investigating now), but the Lindens put in a lot of fixes too. Reading the forums, they seem to have inserted a lot of new problems next to the fixes, and quite annoying ones too, judging from the emotional reactions. If you are as curious as I am and want to try the viewer too, take care that Europeans will experience severe difficulties, because the viewer ignores the local settings of your computer. It will read configuration information expecting an American decimal dot. If your local settings specify a comma as decimal sign, your viewer will crash. And crash . And crash again. The only remedy at this moment is change the local settings, until the Linden correct this in the next RC.
Also, the forums report of graphical issues. I didn't have them , but it seems that once again, the new version raises the graphical stakes ; graphics cards that were already groaning with the current version now wave the white flag. Some people claim that many skins are messed up (once again, not with me), and as we ladies do tend to be a bit vain, this could lead to a great deal of emotion here too.
But enough of that. I had promised to speak of the rating system.
first the good news : while the viewer does give you a "rating", it does accept payment info as basis for its decision. If you registered your credit card (or other payment track) you will be accepted as an Adult. There is a new option in preferences (General tab, near the bottom) , however, that determines what kind of content you can reach. If you are acknowledged as Adult, you can pick the PG, M & A setting, but by default it is set to PG & M, courtesy of the Lindens. If you don't change the setting, you will not be able to enter sims that are flagged "Adult". You will get a message telling you why and subsequently may end up in the Victoriana sewers, like me.
And that is the bad news : it will take some explaining before the not technical savvy amongst us will figure out how to reach us again. And it will raise the thresholds a newbie will have to conquer , before he is at ease in his new environment. In this world of instant gratification many will simply give up in the face of yet another barrier. I predict that shops will scramble on all fours to get out of an Adult zone, not just for the odious reputation it will carry with it, but for the invisible force field that will bar part of their potential customers from entering and browsing.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Online Play

Today I bumped into an article , written by Penny Seauterau : "the Healing Potentials of Cybersex", published in the Second Life News Paper. There is no direct link to the article , but you'll find it in the Red Light section of the SLNP website ; the date is April 28, 2009.
Overall an interesting read, especially as I agree with Miss Seauterau that it is a worthwhile quest to wonder about the why of online philandering. The Pearl being what it is, I think no-one will be surprised to see me promote an article that tries to break a lance for the core activities of the Great House, but I have some critical remarks nonetheless, which I will discuss later .
Let's first throw some light on the things I agree with . Miss Seauterau comes at times very close to the reasons why I personally have been engaged in erotic roleplay for almost two years. Most people experiment at some time in their online lives, but two years is generally considered a long time. Avatars have no expressions, but if they did, I'd probably see incredulous stares, mixed with condescending amusement. The words "pervert" and "nympho" pop up, blinking with angry neon red letters. "How on earth," I'd see them thinking, "can someone keep interested? Surely every possible way to describe the process will have been exhausted after a few months ?"
Which brings us to the core of online sexuality : descriptions, words. Even SL with its convincing avatars and photorealistic skins has only added spice. And indeed, we see that silent poseball hoppers -they use both hands, Miss Seauterau- engage in what I would call animated porn. Nothing wrong with that, no animals are harmed in any way, but it is not cybersex. Not in my book. My book is full of words. And it is interactive. You do not know in advance what your partner in crime will say or do. An interesting partner does the unexpected and finds new ways and phrases to make it all worth while. So, returning to the statement that at long last, all descriptions turn stale and predictable, I am reminded of some of my collegues, who use scripted objects -I call them quoting machines- to recite pre-written paragraphs. How appealing.... not.
If that is all the effort they put into the engagement, I can truly sympathise with the feelings of ennui and disappointment of their customers.
To paraphrase Miss Seauterau, writing arousing words has existed for a very long time. I just have to remind the reader of Ovid (yes, I promise to publish more) . I can imagine not everyone feels the same excitement as do, when reading acomplished phrases, and I am the last person to claim that you have to. On the other hand, there is no need to call me an over-excited freak either. The brain is Man's crucial sex organ. It is, has always been and will forever stay so. can I help it that I use my brain more than other people ?
All by all, Miss Seauterau's article is a very useful reminder what it is all about.
Some criticism is at its place , however : as the central theme revolves around her debilitating ailments, she unintentionally raises the impression that cybersex is only an accepted and viable alternative if "the real thing" is impractical. In other words, unless you are bedridden or hideously deformed, there should be "no need" for the virtual playgrounds.
I remember hearing similar arguments against masturbation. I still encounter people that at best ridicule masturbation as equivalent to the toupet, or else claim that it is harmful. It isn't. It is a private thing I loathe to discuss, but so are all things I do in the toilet and bathroom. Or bed. Or bus. Or ...
Toupets aren't ridiculous either, by the way.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

well, are we adults now ?

Well, the Lindens have lifted part of the veils of uncertainty around the "Adult region" dabate. You can find the main article here (at the time of writing this, the heading of said article stated it was still being edited) and a FAQ list here .
Note that I say "part of the veils". The wording of both documents leaves much to interpretation. reading the list of criteria , for instance, we can safely assume that the Pearl does not "advertise or publicly promote" extreme violence, photorealistic nudity or explicit sexual acts. Pearl ladies do not hip around naked, engage in public fornication or decapitate innocent bystanders. But what is "publicly promote" ? there is a picture of our Dungeon on the premises. Is that promotion of extreme violence? Are the pictures of the other rooms promotion for sexual acts ?
Clearer to the eye is the rule that using sugestive search terms in the description of parcels can result in "Adult" designation. The Pearl calls itself a brothel and thus refers explicitely to sex. We do this, because we want to attract a public that is looking for that kind of entertainment. We do this also to warn people what they may expect to find. Not doing this is not an option, in my mind. Judging the examples quoted in the text, we would otherwise pass muster as "Mature", although the remark about the use of sex poseballs is annoyingly vague. Do our skyboxes qualify as "backrooms" ? I think not: our private rooms are not publicly available and therefore do not "publicly promote". the point is moot, of course, as we would still use the search tags, and on that point at least, the lindens are clear.
Supposing that at some point we would be branded as "Adult", what consequences would this have ? I can be brief about that : a lot of nuissance.
First off, an Adult parcel would have to be relocated to an Adult region. If the Mayor of Victoriana refuses to stamp the Harbour sim as Adult, we would have no option but to move. Would the Mayor be that cruel ? well, it is not a matter of cruelty, but economic sense. i will refer here to the second item on the list of nuissances : only age verified avatars (or people with payment info on file) are able to enter an Adult region. That would mean that some potential renters wouldn't be able to enter Harbour.
A nuissance for us too : some of the ladies and customers have no payment info on file, let alone age verification (which so far has always failed for me, as it is America-oriented and refuses to believe I do not live in a USA state). I can't be sure, but the recent mishaps where people could no longer enter Harbour because of an accidentally changed setting might be a foretaste of the havoc an Adult status change would create.
Bottomline : we would probably be tagged "Adult" and will need ways to adapt to the changed circumstances. I would also suggest that ladies and visitors alike start changing their payment info status , which seems the easiest way to keep your freedom of movement. If not you might find yourself mightily restricted when the Lindens implement this policy change.

Friday, April 10, 2009

Ovid (or why men never change)

Have I gone soft in the head ? Why on Earth did I organize a public reading with poems from a 2000 year dead poet ? Surely his literary drivel must be just as dusty as what's left from the man's bones! And he wrote Latin! The language of mouldering old tomes filled with religious rants about the number of angels on a pinhead. I'm sure they grew people in cauliflower beds in those days, so what on earth is a Roman poet doing at a house of ill repute ?
Well, probably because the man himself was of ill repute. Augustus banished him because the man's lifestyle and poetry rubbed the wrong way, given the emperor's campain for improved public morals. Well, rumours have it that Ovid in fact had a passionate fling with the emperor's daughter, which -if true- would explain why Augustus never called him back from exile. A discussion about that would get us too far, but you get the point: Ovid was past the cauliflower stage.
Publius Ovidius Naso is a name that sooner or later appeared on the menu of many a classical student. His most famous work, the Metamorphoses is usually the dish of choice and possibly caused his dusty reputation among the easily distracted and bored youths that had to wrestle through its pages. Ovid wrote this later in life, however. He earned his first fame as a young man with poems about his dealings with his mistress Corinna. Later on, he even wrote a love manual, cynically instructing the male reader in the arts of seduction and adultery (to the great annoyance of Augustus, who had made adultery a punishable offense)
But enough of history. Allow yourself to discover why those present at the reading soon had the chains that held them to their chairs cut. The man was timelessly witty and his naughtyness still inspires. let me introduce you to him and his Corinna :

It was hot, and the noon hour had gone by:
I was relaxed, limbs spread in the midst of the bed.
One half of the window was open, the other closed:
the light was just as it often is in the woods,
it glimmered like Phoebus dying at twilight,
or when night goes, but day has still not risen.
Such a light as is offered to modest girls,
whose timid shyness hopes for a refuge.
Behold Corinna comes, hidden by her loose slip,
scattered hair covering her white throat –
like the famous Semiramis going to her bed,
one might say, or Lais loved by many men.
I pulled her slip away –not harming its thinness much;
yet she still struggled to be covered by that slip.
While she would struggle so, it was as if she could not win,
yielding, she was effortlessly conquered.
When she stood before my eyes, the clothing set aside,
there was never a flaw in all her body.
What shoulders, what arms, I saw and touched!
Breasts formed as if they were made for pressing!
How flat the belly beneath the slender waist!
What flanks, what form! What young thighs!
Why recall each aspect? I saw nothing lacking praise
and I hugged her naked body against mine.
Who doesn’t know the story? Weary we both rested.
May such afternoons often come for me!

We are all Adults ! Ehrm... are we ?

You probably heard it. If you didn't, I recommend waking up from your winter slumber. The Lindens are busy implementing changes that will introduce a new concept. We had "Parental Guidance" (PG) and "Mature", now a new status will be defined to discern regions (and later parcels) from each other : "Adult". In brief, Adult regions will be reserved for places with sexualy explicit material.
At the core of this development is the idea that visitors should be able to decide whether or not they want to enter that club where people are tortured, raped, maimed or undergoing a whole range of other eyebrow raising activities. The Lindens are not forbidding sex per se, just making sure everybody knows what (s)he will find at the other end of the teleport. While this sounds laudable, one of the measures proposed did cause me to blink. Several times. Adult places might be forced to move to a new, Adult Continent (nicknamed "Ursula"). From blinking it was but a small step to worrying . Would the Pearl be forced to move ?
The answer is likely "no". First off, forced moves would only be enforced on land that is controlled by the Lindens (i.e. the Mainland) and we took up residence in a private sim. Unless the Mayor of Victoriana decides to lose us, there is no reason for us to move. Second, part of the Pearl ethos is that we do not publicly show sexualy explicit material. Private rooms where explicit activities do take place do not count and our rooms are far away from accidental view. It takes quite some effort to reach them and the security system keeps prying eyes away.
That still leaves questions about what exactly would be the difference between "Mature" and "Adult". Admit that this is not evident at first sight. Let's quote Blondin Linden :
"Are there any clear, uncontroversial, unanimous agreed, examples of activities which are "mature" but not "adult"? ANSWER: Nude beaches, Dance clubs with "alcohol" and dancing, combat sims, lingerie shops, private builds with furniture and accessories."
I suppose the Pearl would qualify as a private build and therefore "Mature". The definition of this boundary is far from clear, by the way, as freely admitted by the Lindens. Does it matter if the Pearl should be marked as "Adult" ? Yes, it does, judging this quote, also from Blondin Linden : "Adult content can not be advertised on non-Adult land, so if you want your content found, it needs to be on adult land."
"Found" in this context is "found in the Linden search engine"; we do want to be found, so if we are marked Adult, either the whole sim should be Adult or we must move. We may take it for granted that residents in Victoriana harbour will react squeamish to the idea that their parcels can be mentally associated with the extreme debaucheries that cling to the whole concept of "Adult". To be honest, so would I. An "Adult" Pearl would be avoided by our target audience and ridiculized by the people that frequent the other establishments.
To be scrutinized, closely....

Sunday, February 1, 2009

the rising sun

Sometimes I wonder about Lady Hagar. I mean, I have met no-one else that can meticulously plan to accidentally disclose the fact that it's her birthday. What a mind. As it happens, someone else was having her birhday too around that time, but this Lady had no qualms whatsoever to share the secret with the rest of the universe.
I am certain that we may thank the second lady for having an official double birthday party. I witnessed how she cornered her fellow merrymaker . I kept my respectful distance, of course -privacy is an important thing at the Pearl, especially if it looks like you could be drawn in- but judging from the enegetic gesticulations, the point was hammered through.
So we all got invited to a themed ball. The theme was quite in vogue, as it turned out : it was to be oriental, more specific japanese.

Well, the message was understood, clearly. Those who honoured us with their presence all showed up in period and in geography. In the center of this picture is Lady Hagar, annex opium pipe (maybe that's why she was so meek that day?) . Miss Levenque (to the left) was asking her whether the screen behind her only looked like the one in her room by coincidence.
Lady Anske, who was responsible for the décor (and the commandeering of props) certainly won the prize for most beautiful kimono. On this picture you'l see her dancing with mister JP, also in skirt. By the time this picture was taken, Lady Hagar had retired behind one of the screens puffing smoke rings.
All this happened early december. All in all, a nice, quiet party