I don’t really remember much of Thursday. Wednesday night, I spoke with Momma about some of the problems we’d had, and the impasse we seemed to have reached. As an adult avatar, she wants to explore the ‘adult’ side of Second Life, and as a child avatar, I can’t be around that stuff.
There are rules that have to be followed, as a child avatar, for what you’re allowed to be around, what furniture you can even sit on (regardless of what animations you run), and those rules are very open to interpretation by someone filing a complaint. Such complaints aren’t investigated, they’re simply acted on. There is only one punishment, expulsion from the service, and there is no appeal.
So I’m cautious. Perhaps moreso than many, but I don’t want to get anywhere near that kind of trouble in SL.
Momma on the other hand, wants to have an apartment in the city, a city where bad things might happen. Adult things, and bad things. Of course it’s all roleplay, and at it’s core, it’s all consensual, but these are roleplayed situations that a child avatar just can’t be around. Whether that applies to prim babies is another question.
I wrote my bit on yesterday’s blog post, about the Parent’s night dance, and how alone I felt during it. That opened up a topic of discussion between Momma and me, about the same old issue again.
Let me be perfectly clear. She’s an adult, she likes adult things. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with that. I’m an adult (in real life), but I play a child in SL, and there are rules. I don’t want her to give up the things she wants, just to make a G-Rated family RP for me.
At the same time, I’ve built a home of sorts, for myself. I’ve got great neighbors, but there’s no room (literally and figuratively) for an adult to live in my house.
But what this has created, is that my space has ‘no room’ for her, and her space isn’t safe for me. I could certainly tack on another bedroom to my house, but there’s so few prims, it wouldn’t be ‘fun’ for her to live there.
What does this all have to do with Thursday?
Thursday morning I awoke to find a “Dear Anwenn” letter in my inbox.
Reacting, and processing that letter emotionally, took up a large percentage of the day. Mari and Isley both put up with a lot of downer stuff from me that day.
I did manage to get one nice pic that day, tho.
We went to a fishing event, that was kind of fun, even though it felt a little rushed.
After that, I ended up attending a “Catching Fireflies” event that was kind of a non-starter. We attached some nets, jumped around in an animation for a while, then clicked the box to get our fireflies jar.
After that, after a little break, Mari, Isley, and I found ourselves on the beach again, flying some kites as the sun set on a long, and difficult day.
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