Three days and I have already suffering from sleep deprivation. What originally started as a reluctant but necessary project to acquire better understanding of virtual worlds (my thesis pass in deadline is October and that is near enought to have me panicking and getting down to doing some serious work) is turning out to be on overwhelming experience. It is so much more and so much filthier that I would have ever guessed. This place is “95% sex” to quote one SL resident. No it goes way beyond chatting about hot steamy subjects, hiring escorts with superior bodily features (avatar fascism I’d call it)and paying for sex is part of the daily routine here. This is one job where they don’t hire newbies for though (“No newbie skins” reads the job advertisment for a club………. talk about discrimination ………….. and talk about my moral status, I ain’t that kind of girl, no maam ) so I’ll have to earn my money the good old way, I’ll be camping for hours after endless hours, in hope of saving enough for a decent set of boobs, so I can jumpstart my carrier as a stripper.

This is Tori Morlock doing some hard work:

“After all, if Second Life is a virtual community in which you can look however you want, do whatever you want and use the fake name you want, then I could make all my fantasies come true. And as I quickly learned, having sex is exactly what many of the people on the site spend their time doing. Occasionally, it seemed, with characters that look like giant fluffy squirrels—which is wonderful, because there is nothing like the warm flush of superiority you feel when discovering a fetish you don’t have. ”
/Time article: My So-Called Second Life by JOEL STEIN /

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