Some People Can’t Leave Well Enough Alone

It seems the issue addressed in my previous posting simply will not die.  I always try to keep my ear close to the ground and lately I’m hearing whispers that the fight that led to the issues with my partner were somehow manipulated into happening by me.

It also seems that anyone joining or accepting the collar of someone in my former neighbor’s family is being instructed to unfriend myself as well as other members of my family.

No matter how many times I state that I avoid drama, people seem to push it back to me.  One might conclude that they do so in an attempt to shield the world from their own manipulative ways.

Nonetheless, I learned long ago that they best cure for cancer is to cut out the offending cell as well as any roots.  I am hereby cutting ties with those involved in this cuntfest; Friendships, muting, you name it.

Some people can’t seem to let things go.  I know I can.

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Re-Opening

The new island(s) are done.  Once again, many many many many thanks go to Tania Owatatsumi and Dei Quan.  Tania did an excellent job on the terrain and shape of our islands and Dei made a lovely welcoming lighthouse and bridge.  Truly good friends to have.

As requested by Anna on the prior post, here are some pictures of our new home.

We are still in the process of placing some toys and devices.  I’m making a better effort to focus on quality this time around, not quantity.  I’ve also incorporated a few more cuddle spots around the main fortress.

Speaking of the fortress, I have decided to name it Caer Heartsdale, or “Home of Heartsdale”.

For those of you that visited for the purposes of relaxing and chatting on our deck, we have moved this area to the top terrace of the castle, east side.  A couple of people have observed that this is close to the chat range of the private bedrooms, part of the main floor and part of the dungeon.  However, feedback from the majority tells me this was the right move to make.  Seems people do like a castle and patio close together.  Who knew?

Anyhoo, this is the new Yasminia.  We are officially re-opened.  Stop by.  Relax.  Enjoy.

Love,

Yasmin and her Brats

Narrowing the Search

If you’ve kept up with my blog, you know the Family recently dropped the sim who’s name has been removed from our vocabulary as our home away from home.

Since then, it seems we have narrowed the field to two sims as possible replacements, both with equal attraction and merits.  This post pertains to one of those sims.

Out Skirts of Town.  http://slurl.com/secondlife/Funk%20Rush/228/233/25

A cute little sim dominated by two clubs.  One is a strip club and the other, the one pictured, is a cozy little getaway where events occur nightly, usually between 8 and 10 pm SL time, sometimes 7 and 9 pm, and the themes are as wacky as the regulars.

Out Skirts is a sexy, flirty, fun and underground dance club for TG’s and their friends and admirers.  So, if this crowd isn’t your crowd, stay away.  If you’re not uptight and can use a night of fun, laughs, jokes and just good wholesome conversation, then stop by.  Tell the owner, Plato, that some crazy bitch named Yasmin sent you.

I think what may have attracted us the most here is the complete absence of bdsm or the need to grab keys, hide keys, make keys, etc.  Its been a while since we found such a relaxed atmosphere.  Maybe several of us are burned out on the whole bdsm thing.  Could we be evolving?  Taking a mild break?  Who knows.  I do sense more on this as we progress though.

On the flip side, the other sim that has come up several times in Family discussion is being explored heavily by Dio, the head of the Euro Brat Division, and my sexy sultry neighbor, Tania Owatatsumi.  This sim is Estate Obscure.  To be fair, I’ve not spent nearly enough time exploring Alt’s sim to comment on its attractions, but I plan to do so in the near future so an entry can be dedicated to that locale as well.

I need to say a special thank you to Mistress for introducing me to Out Skirts and its lovely residents.  Oopsie, did I say the M word?  I think I might have just given away the topic of my next post.

Sluts v. Subs

Has it really been over a month since my last post?  They say time flies when you’re having fun.  That’s not always true.  Truth is, my RL has gotten more real of late than even I care to admit, and the time I do have to partake in Second Life, I am trying to make the most of it and enjoy it, not necessarily blog about it.

Nonetheless, my increased time spent having fun has had at least one tremendous benefit.  My Family has grown, both in terms of members as well as what I call “Friends of the Family”.  The people that walk thru the doorway of our lighthouse and into the hearts of the Brat Pack constantly amaze me.  Such love, compassion and warmth, is it no wonder some wish they could permanently relocate to SL?

Sadly this is, of course, impossible and RL must be faced, dealt with, overcome.  I don’t offer this as an apology for my delay in entries, rather it is an explanation.

On to the reason for this entry’s title.  Sluts v. Subs.  Sounds like an interesting match up, does it not?

I recently engaged in a scene in SL, one in which I contemplated taking a submissive position.  I’ll pause while everyone exhales from their initial shock. ………….  Done?  Good.

During the course of this scene, something was said that, while it didn’t ruin the scene per se, it was a distraction in that it caused me to dwell too much on the nature of the statement, rather than rolling along with the spirit of the scene.

“You must be submissive because you seem to be a slut.”

Hmmmm….  Okay, first of all, Yasmin Heartsdale NEVER seems to be a slut.  She is one.  Lets get that straight right here and now.  I didn’t join Second Life to practice molding a prim into a fucking flower.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that mind you.  There are some really interesting flower makers in SL, I’m just not one of them.  For the record, most of these flower makers are also sluts.

It is completely acceptable to be a slut and be quite Dominant, if not *almost* completely Dominant.  And before you send me an instant message disagreeing with me Miss *********, stop.  You know damn good and well this applies to you as well.  Slut.

I suppose the nature of this post is something I’ve known all along, just the statement made, even if in the spirit of roleplay, made me dwell on the topic.  And as such, I felt the need to blog about it.  There simply is no correlation between sluttiness and submissiveness.  Some of SL’s biggest sluts aren’t even into bdsm.

You can be Dominant, and be a slut.  You can be submissive, and be a slut.  You can build flowers, and be a slut.  You can be a Linden, and be a ….  Well, perhaps not EVERYone can be a slut.  We do have our standards.

On a non-related note, the island of Yasminia, my home in Mozingo Straits, has a new neighbor.  One of my dearest friends in SL, Tania Owatatsumi, is relocating her island to be next to mine.  Look for it the next time you visit, but understand that since Tania and I are friends, I will be unable to send any rescue parties into her sim after you.  Professional courtesy and what not.

Enjoy, live life, even if its your Second Life, and stop by and say hello.  I promise to try and have another entry before the end of the year.  : )

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Happiness

First and foremost, my apologies for not blogging in such a while and many kisses to those of you that continue to check this medium daily and keep my blog numbers high.

I can happily report to my daily readers that I am at the pinnacle of my happiness with the Second Life experience.  I say that, because I truly cannot imagine being any happier. 

I am surrounded by good close friends.  At any given time, there are perhaps 50-75 people on my friends list online.  Granted, the IMs get a bit hectic at times, but who ever died wishing they’d had the opportunity to talk to or have *less* friends?

I now have a home where my Family and loved ones can gather, visit, laugh, play, love, and most importantly, live.  My Family continues to grow, not so much by my hand these days, but by the prosperity and development of my Brats and those that have submitted to them.  If you have not yet visited our new home and wish to do so, merely search places for Yasminia.

From your entry at the base of our light house, you’ll first come to the Slave Lounge.  This lounge is hosted by Valerie, one of my slaves.  Feel free to use her or any other of my slaves working or present in the lounge, or, if you are a Domme and exploring with your own slave, feel free to leave her here to relax while you visit.  Do remember to stop back by as you leave, Valerie is quite adept at cleaning the beach sand from a visitor’s boots.

As you exit the lounge, you’ll find yourself on East Beach.  If you’re an RLV/relay user, do be aware that there are a few traps on this beach, some subtle, some obvious, some hidden.  Additionally, some of these traps have timers as low as thirty seconds, some require that you struggle out on your own, and some require that you obtain the assistance of a bystander.  Good luck on that last one.  The strip button does so closely resemble the release button these days.

As you leave East Beach, I encourage you to walk up the south side of the island.  As you crest the hill toward the drop off of our stream, you should look down and follow the waterfall.  You’ll observe a small beach surounded by two waterfalls.  This romantic hideaway is called Tey’s Beach, after my loving bride, Teyonas.  But do not let that discourage you from finding a teleporter and entering the beach for yourself.  Do remember to take a loved one, for optimum effect.  I mention a teleporter as a reminder that our sim is a no-fly zone, without the proper permit of course.

If you complete your walk up the hill, you’ll come to the front of our home, or as some refer to it, our mansion.  This humble abode was at one time only two stories, but as we were moving onto the island, Yar and our groundskeeper, Tania Owatatsumi, asked me to rez several copies of this home.  They then picked apart enough material to add a third floor.  As such, we now have the lovely home we do and every Brat in my Family has their own room.  This alone brings tears to my eyes when I think of it.  How many Dommes, with a Family as large as mine, can boast that they all live under one roof?

From the front of our home, one can then explore around the front of the house as well as the hillside and beach on the north side to discover a few more toys.  If you are into pure relaxation or some yoga, I would suggest you wander out onto the northeast ridge and look for a small yoga mat.  There is also a meditation ball on the mountainside in the southwest corner of the island.

Now, I want to back up a bit and discuss Tania Owatatsumi.  While a very generous member of my Family presented me with Yasminia as a gift, as noted in a prior blog, Tania took time out of her SL experience for a little over a week to edit, terraform, renovate, and build Yasminia as it stands today.  In return, she asked me to grant her 100 dates.  I cannot express how touching and humbling it is to me for someone to give me so much and all they ask for in return is my time and attention.  If you’re reading this Tania, I love you.  You are more precious to me than words can describe.

It is said that home is where the heart is.  If there is anyone in Second Life that feels the need to locate my heart, it is here, in Yasminia.  But be forewarned, it is surrounded by some very serious women.  You’ll recognize them, for they’ll be Brats, GrandBrats, Slaves, and friends.

Do come visit.  The welcome mat is officially out.