Know how to say ‘no’.

With Mr Keng back from his work adventures (coming to BBC radio later this year, incidentally), children bored by Mum and delighted to cling to the Dad they missed for three weeks, I was delighted to grab some SL time again and catch up on what I’ve missed in-world. Incidentally, I have to say that I’ve nothing but admiration for women who are raising children on their own. Exhausting! And I even had some help from Gran.

The latest Cart Sale at The Wash (Fab Free headquarters, in other words) began on January 31st and runs until St Valentine’s Day. There’s always something to be got at the Cart Sale, with all items at L$10, that can be blogged and utilised in a naturist setting.

So I wandered around a bit, checking to see if there were any suitable poses or beachwear when something caught my eye…

‘Love’ scars?????

I’m sorry, but love should almost never involve anything that leaves a mark, with the possible exception of a hickey/love bite. It’s easy to get caught up in a moment of extreme passion where a hickey might be the result, but other than that…no. What sort of ‘love’ is that? Let’s call it for what it is – violence against women.

This sort of SL role-play is away off my radar, but for the sake of research, I went exploring and was shocked by the number of items that seemingly celebrate violence, almost exclusively against women, with a few ‘fem-dom’ ( a dominant female with total control over a ‘sub’ -sub-dominant- partner) exceptions.


I was quite shocked by the amount of BDSM stuff out there in SL and on the Marketplace. Shocked by how blithely it’s all portrayed.

‘Accident prone’? How often have we heard tales of women who ‘bumped into a doorway’ to hide their subjection to domestic violence?

I know there may be some who say it’s role-play in a safe environment, but I don’t buy that for a second. If someone wants to tie you up and slap you in SL (and I saw such animations during research) what does that say about the sort of person they aspire to be in real life?

Cue, possibly, arguments in favour, but I’m not listening. This has been a bug-bear of mine since The World of Gor was many people’s favourite fantasy/roleplay world, a world in which slavery was rife. Nowadays, it seems that a bit of violence can, theoretically, be re-enacted in people’s SL bedrooms.

The message is ‘no, ladies, refuse to participate’. Never be the victim of this sort of thing in SL.

I walked away from my inworld research feeling quite tarnished by the experience of what I was seeing.



A friend in London emailed me this week to tell me about her second ‘rhassoul’ spa treatment. She’d previously had a rhassoul  (or rasul or sometimes even ghassoul) experience in London, but this time it was at a Wellness centre in Germany.

Let me explain what the Rasul/Rhassoul is first.

It’s a soap made from clay, so that if you lather it up you can effectively create a mud covering to your skin. Moroccan -Rhassoul comes from the Atlas Mountains in Morocco- people have used rhassoul for centuries as soap and shampoo. The ritual of using Rasul appears to be akin to the Hamman -although please don’t write and tell me if I’ve got that wrong! 🙂  although the ‘mud’ element does make it seem like another ‘wellbeing’ experience with which some of you may be familiar.


The healing properties of mud have been known for a very long time.

Which is why many people do it. But if you haven’t got mud baths in proximity to where you live, then the rhassoul ritual might be an alternative. I’d be pleased to learn of people’s experiences of mud baths.

For once, I was rather stuck for ‘mud baths’ of any description in SL. No thermal baths, no rasul type mud.

I had to improvise with a ‘muddy body’ applier from the Marketplace, priced at L$99



Brit icon

Wherever you are in the world, the chances are that you will be able to identify certain uniquely British things.

Just as the New York yellow cab is recognisable to people around the globe, so too is a British red telephone box.

But just as some of us who grew up watching American TV series on television were immediately disappointed when landing in New York to learn that all yellow cabs didn’t look like this…

or this…

…many people from around the globe will land in London and be equally peeved, particularly sci-fi fans of ‘Dr Who’, that police call boxes are almost extinct…

…and that the iconic red telephone box, symbolic of Britain almost as much as John, Paul, George and Ringo, are only marginally less extinct.

I grew up in London, and I’m pretty sure I haven’t seen a row of four, like this, for 25 years as mobile telephony (cellphone or handy, if you’re in the US or Germany). No one really needs to make many telephone calls from public call boxes anymore as everyone has a phone in their pocket or handbag.

I teleported into a London sim and two steps away from the TP point there was…

Yep. It doesn’t matter where you’re from in the world, London, England or Britain are red telephone boxes. Well…maybe there’s this too…


The photoshoot to ‘Abbey Road’, if you were to widen out that photo, or view it from a different angle at the time it was taken, or even now, you’d have seen the Belisha beacons that illuminated every British zebra crossing.

I mention this because SLN headquarters has, in the past, had Belisha beacons on site as a little nod towards it being ‘a little bit of Britain’. As of today, it appears to have both Belisha beacons and a red telephone box to symbolise its landlord’s Brit origins.

The demise of the telephone box also diminishes naturist ‘larking about’ opportunities.


A stop-gap gallery

There’s not much to report this weekend, of RL naturist related activity, and I’ve not really been bothered logging into SL or prepping up some posts because illness continues 😦 By the time I’ve managed work and the family, I’m exhausted, wrapped up in dressing gown, dosing myself with lemon and honey drinks and generally feeling under the weather. Hopefully back to normal next weekend. In the meantime, here’s a small gallery of SL naturist photos. Ella