This entry actually began as a summary of an encounter I had today with a lady that, while we have not had many encounters, I consider to be a very charming, sweet, generous, and passionate woman, as well as a friend. But rather than bore you with that summary, and my thoughts regarding our encounter, I need to make apologies for borrowing from the most reprinted newspaper editorial ever, with satirical revisions of my own.
“Dear Goddess, I have only been in Second Life eight months now. Some of my slutty friends say there is no Marine Kelley. Mistress says “If you see it on Yasmin’s blog, it’s so.” Please tell me the truth, is there a Marine Kelley? Signed – Virginia, of Hell’s Castle
Virginia, your slutty friends are wrong. They have been affected by the lagginess of a Release Candidate downloaded before its time. They do not believe except what they see.
Yes Virginia, there is a Marine Kelley. She exists as certainly as love and generosity and devotion exist, and you know that they abound and give to your Second Life its highest beauty and joy. Alas! How dreary would Second Life be if there were no Marine Kelley. It would be as dreary as if there were no Lindens. There would be no update orbs then, no ringgags, no leather straps to make tolerable this Second Life existence. We should have no forced mouselook, and have to use our camera angle. That eternal light we call RLV would as such be extinguished.
Not believe in Marine Kelley! You might as well not believe in nekos! You might get your Mistress to hire voice escorts to watch in all corners of Pak to catch Marine Kelley, but even if they did not see Marine Kelley updating her vendor, what would that prove? Nobody sees Marine Kelley, but that is no sign that there is no Marine Kelley. The most real things in Second Life are those that neither sluts nor Mistresses can see. Did you ever see Lindens dancing in a voting cage? Of course not, but that’s no proof that they are not there. Nobody can conceive or imagine all the wonders there are unseen and unseeable in Second Life.
You may tear apart the prims of a police handcuff and see what makes the clicking noise, but there is a blindfold covering the unseen world which not the strongest panther, nor even the united strength of all the Dommes that ever logged on, could tear apart. Only faith, fancy, poetry, love, romance, can push aside that slave crate and view and picture the beauty beyond. Is it all real? Ah, Virginia, in all this world there is nothing else real and abiding.
No Marine Kelley! Thank God! She logs on, and she logs on forever. A thousand locked hours from now, Virginia, nay, ten times ten thousand locked hours from now, she will continue to make glad the heart of sluthood.”
Marine does exist people. She is as ordinary a girl as the next slut wandering through the various capture roleplay sims. Sure, she’s been one of the driving forces behind the better mousetrap Second Life has come to be for most of us in the bdsm community over the past couple of years, but at the end of the day, she’s really no different than you or I.
Marine logs onto SL to escape the dreariness of RL, to make new friends, and love existing ones, to wander and explore the wonders of SL, to bitch about a laggy asset server or two, to delve into the prosperity of her SL business and most importantly, to avoid drama and have fun. If my readers pause briefly, I am confident they will find striking similarities between Marine’s “to-do” list, and their own.
Like the majority of us, Marine loves good role play, has hard limits, has soft limits, tingles slightly at the unknown twist in a good capture scene, and puts her panties on one rebake at a time. Okay, that last part is a joke. I have it on good authority she doesn’t wear panties.
But nonetheless, the point of today’s entry is this; If you are out and about in the various sims, looking for a good scene, and you happen to run into Marine, don’t act as if its Christmas. Simply treat her as you would any other slut, press alt, control and T, and click. You just may find the joy, warmth, passion and sheer pleasure of spending time with a good friend. I know I did.
Love you Marine! Now when can I expect those shackles that you promised me that I can permanently weld onto my girls……?
The Devil May Care 