As I've learned recently, I need to go out and meet new people to end this adolescence of mine. I needed to interact to form my new personality. I need to talk to people, to develop my communication style, I need new experiences. And I need a nice cybersex session. I'm a man in the world of phantasies. And sometimes, there are nights just like that. Hot and needy.
But before hitting the search button that will lead me to the new adventures, I need something else. The clothes. I know this is the influence of my older avie-sister, but clothes makes us. No matter all the sayings that what's inside is more important than the packaging, clothes is important in the meatspace. It's the direct product of what's inside. And in the world that is based on look, in the world where there is nothing under the layer of pixels, that goes multiplied.
Yes, beauty is one pixel deep here, but this is a place where so much of communication is done by visual means. Neglecting that fact is a case of complete misunderstanding of the environment. Or there is really nothing inside the avatar in question so it shows up in the default shape and clothes from the library. Which comes to the same. So many times, when meeting a noob-looking avatar older than a week or two I was tempted to say: "You are not Philip Linden so go get some prim hair. Philip can wear mesh hair, you should do something about your look."
We all know that fashion industry of second life is neglecting males. Whether it is because males tends to shop less or they shop less because they don't have much opportunities is hen and egg question. I had no time for those. I was also short for money so I took a safe bet: BareRose Tokyo. (disclaimer: This is not an advertisement, B@R is not paying me for link, this is just a friendly thanking for saving my ass from going naked so many times.)
And there I am, facing the wall full of styles. It would be easy if I had any idea who I am and which outfit will tell my story. Or it would be easy if I was a woman, they just throw anything in the cart and decide later. If ever.
Half an hour and dozens of vendor images later, I knew they were right. It is just impossible to do it the way I tried. I needed to know more than I knew. I needed the experience that was yet to come. Hen and egg again. I had to pick various outfits, to give myself more chances and opportunities. Then things will come clearer to me. One step at a time. And I was ready for the next step. Night is still young and still hot.
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