I often make it a habit to write whenever inspiration hits me, or I stumble upon a personal experience which I feel people might benefit from reading or simply needs to be put “out there”, so I was not really surprised that a theme found its way to the blog this early, but as things happen it is always best to write things down when they are fresh or they may loose the edge, you end up writing about something else when you finally find the time and the story ends being put away on that corner of your mind where ideas are forgotten.
At any given time, specially when you are out and about either clubbing or cruising you find yourself in situations in which you are confronted to what I call ghosts of relationships or dates past, specially in SL where people who are not specially sexually active in RL, seem to be the total opposite in SL and have found the perfect outlet on virtual sex to explore their sexuality with no repercussions or major issues, as logging off and moving on is always an option, something you simply can’t do in RL -you can move on but logging off from RL is next to impossible-
So you are there, minding your own business and are suddenly confronted with your ghosts, more so if you have been specially “active” or promiscuous, something I tend to avoid as of late but was not always the case; there was a time during my very active DJing / Club life in the past where at any given set or club, I would literally have a room full of “ghosts”, namely people I had slept or had had some type of relationship with in my short lived online experience, and despite the fact things seem to have quieted down now, I am still haunted by semi familiar names or faces that have me straining for memories, trying to remember what is the nature of my haunting.
And the sad yet funny part about the whole thing is that when I try to come up with a specific number and list of names of people I have slept with, it seems to be a blur, like an ectoplasmic manifestation of my sexual past, there taunting me with the uncertainty of never fully remembering where my ghost has come from and what was the nature of our relationship; it’s even worse when you friend the guys you’ve slept with in the past, as your friend-list becomes a long list of names of people you will most likely never speak to again, let alone offer sex without a valid excuse -not my specific case, I do like my friend-list clean and neat –
Is it really worth all the effort or sleeping with the entire gay population of SL, since it offers something that we may not have in RL as accessible and that is variety? Should the ghosts of those once engaged in intercourse be confronted or friended and moved into a more physical plane? or do they deserve to stay on your life limbo, haunting your virtual life forever, just because they served a purpose and you really didn’t have much in common with them other that the heat of the moment at the right time on the right place?
I’d like to think that those who make an effort deserve to stay around and create a lasting bond, and those who don’t can stay as ghosts, it’s a good exercise for your memory anyhow.
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