SURRENDER COVE, Rock Island (60, 148, 24) — As Bun and I were IMing about plans for our 2nd date, I cammed around the region and noticed a couple of tourists playing with ropes. Experiences like this in an RL dungeon have an inescapable corporeal quality to them. But even there, one could immerse in the sensuality, or pain, or restraint, or it could be a more perfunctory experience. In VR one could be doing their taxes in another window. Still, with patience, projection, and phenomenal imagination, partners can have remarkably powerful experiences. 7:45 pm SLT, Wednesday, 3 June 2020. (Katie Friday/Medici University)
LESBIAN TEAHOUSE, Silks (99, 118, 25) — Bun and I referred to Domi Silversmith and Vicky as “the twins” since they wore matching tie-dye sweatshirts around their waists. Bun loves to cam up people’s skirts at places like this, but Domi Silversmith and Vicky’s clothing was too formfitting for Bun’s camera. 1:26 pm SLT, Friday, 5 June 2020. (Katie Friday/Medici University)
AFK HIDDEN COVE, Bananna Haven (153, 48, 22) — Bun and I danced for a while enjoying each other’s company. Then we wandered around a few sims that sounded interesting but were mostly vacant. Bun and I were exploring one of the small bungalows at AFK Hidden Cove when Toni appeared in the cabin with us and jumped into bed with Bun. Bun did her best to satisfy Toni’s needs. 2:20 pm SLT, Friday, 5 June 2020. (Katie Friday/Medici University)
BLOW-UP MAINSTORE, Isle of Tharen (182, 193, 23) — Bun was tired from our adventures. I bought her a banana for some quick energy. 2:33 pm SLT, Friday, 5 June 2020. (Katie Friday/Medici University)
MISS ELEANOR’S DRONE FACTORY, Royal Oaks (222, 91, 21) — After visiting a variety of mostly disappointing sims, Bun and I found ourselves at Miss Eleanor’s Drone Factory which, once more, showed no signs of life other than us. But it did have some nice cuddle pillows. So we cuddled. 3:22 pm SLT, Friday, 5 June 2020. (Katie Friday/Medici University)
MISS ELEANOR’S DRONE FACTORY, Royal Oaks (222, 91, 21) — I close my eyes as Bun massages my aching, creaking, aging non-bento bones. Another one of those moments that can be as perfunctory or sublime as the patience and projection of the perceiver allows it to be. 3:27 pm SLT, Friday, 5 June 2020. (Katie Friday/Medici University)
MISS ELEANOR’S DRONE FACTORY, Royal Oaks (222, 91, 21) — Whispering about nothing. 3:31 pm SLT, Friday, 5 June 2020. (Katie Friday/Medici University)
MISS ELEANOR’S DRONE FACTORY, Royal Oaks (222, 91, 21) — At some point we fell asleep. Maybe a week ago I metup with my old friend SuGaR-CoaTeD- SaUCeY (Saucey Sinister) at a dance party. SaUCeY dissed my “2009” dress. The amazing thing was that she wasn’t just in the ballpark, SaUCeY nailed it. This is the dress that Clementine bought for me in 2009 when I was 3 days old. I love this dress. It feels like home. Waking up and seeing my 2009 hand around Bun’s 2020 waist I realized two things:

First, it doesn’t matter what you look like. It is, truly, who you are on the inside. How deeply you choose to experience any phenomenal world you encounter. And old grid like SL has many generations of bodies. Is my old body too dated to dance with SaUCeY? Is my new bento-mesh body too fancy, expensive, and elitist to hang with the next crowd? There’s a scene in John Bishop’s play The Trip Back Down where the protagonist’s friend Super Joe Weller tells a story and concludes with “It’s all bullshit and chickpeas… you just do what you do and leave it alone”.

Second, while no one should care, my 2009 hand around Bun’s 2020 waist is still incongruous. New clothes, makeovers, and facelifts may be less traumatic in VR than in RL, but they are still disruptions of identity. But why be set in your ways in a world of almost limitless discovery. Watching Bun sleep in this rare moment of peace I decided it was time for a body rejuvenation. More on that soon. 3:43 pm SLT, Friday, 5 June 2020. (Katie Friday/Medici University)
MISS ELEANOR’S DRONE FACTORY, Royal Oaks (222, 91, 21) — After Bun woke up we talked for a long time. About nothing. Sometimes it is not the content of the words, but the experience of being with another. 3:54 pm SLT, Friday, 5 June 2020. (Katie Friday/Medici University)

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