SL/Meet Lunar Blinker

He enjoyed hanging out temporarily clothed at the nude beach.
"I don't have a buff body but I understand I can get naked here?"
A stud named Trey didn't think so.
"Jesus man! You wide! Get lost."
Then a babe chimed in:
"The SL gods gave you free will, Lunar, so do as you please, but do it out of my eyesight."
"You mean I should walk off your screen right now?"
"Yes, if you are naked."
"What if I have the most fascinating tattoo in the world on my butt...would u look?"
"No."
"What if this tattoo had something to do with your heritage?"
"I still wouldn't look."
Lunar was not getting anywhere. "I cannot stand being around all these buff bodies," he announced. "I'm going to bury myself in sand." Then he thought of a better plan. "I'm going to rejoin the ocean." He waddled out to the sea.
"Damn that is a big butt," he heard someone crack.
He waded into the water. "No sharks here," he muttered. "No lightning either. Yet there is a definite threat of me re-emerging naked on beach."

His tormentor Trey showed up in water.
Lunar got defensive.
"Watch out! I can make bigger waves than u"
"LoL. Come back to the mainland, Lunar."
"Why?" Lunar was confused.
"We miss picking on you."
"Oh, all right." Lunar followed him back to the mainland.
"Lunar said he could make bigger waves than me," Trey laughed, informing his buff posse of the exchange. "I said I didn't want to risk a tsunami."
"Ahahahahahaahahahaha."
Lunar blushed. He noticed his blush extended down his upper cheeks to his stubby neck then disappeared under his undershirt. Maybe to his cheeks below...
"What are you daydreaming about?" someone asked Lunar.
"Nothing...I learned to fly today."
"You mean you learned how to blot out the sun?"
Ahahahahhahaahahahaha. Meanwhile, Lunar saw that Trey had two nice-looking women mother-henning him.
Nardya Rousselot: I think we start with the shape

Alyssa Salmson: then skin

Nardya Rousselot: hair, eyes, new clothes, and on

Trey Honi: what shape do i want?

Nardya Rousselot: don't worry, Trey, we will show you what you need

Trey Honi: kk, lets go :)

Lunar couldn't relate.

"Women don't bother taking me shopping anymore," he said. "They figure my body is beyond hope."

Nardya Rousselot: lol

Lunar Blinker: i told them I looked good at Orientation Island, tho

SL/Chasing Angie/post chauvenism

Angie took off mid-sentence and I did a decent job trying to keep up with her, flying and avoiding tall buildings and at least one other flying individual. It was dark out, and I could see her blond hair against the night sky. Luckily, that was my beacon. I followed her through one fairly large sim before I lost her. I located her in this tenement playground thanks to teleportation.
We heard bird noises--it was either a gull or a pigeon. Angie thought it was a vulture, but I told her I didn't think it was a vulture cooing. Then I noticed there was no litter on the ground, so I said "better pick up the litter." I told her I'd seen a candy bar wrapper float by. She admitted she did see it too, but "don't know how to pick it up." I said nevermind, the bird got it.

She laughed, and asked me to look around. I found her cuddling with the bird.

A short time later I watched her staring over the fence at the plaza below. Shopping thought, I

thought. She was lost in shopping thought. Sure enough, 11 seconds later she was there.
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Of all the outfits, I was very happy that she was gravitating to the one that was the most revealing. Women, I thought, like to spend all day 'getting dressed,' and flitting about, and showing men their various outer wear, but in the end, all men would prefer their women naked.
Then I thought, the answer to get men to go shopping with women is to is to have lots and lots of nude manequins on display. Then I thought, dummy, we're in Second Life now, so why not have robots instead of manequins? Then I thought: why robots? Why not real avatars? So the answer to how to get men to go shopping with women on Second Life is to have all women go shopping while in the nude.

SL/Truth

Stepping into a mysterious teleporter, I became an unwitting space tourist.

Upon return, and at the end of a long hallway--for the first time--I could see the message for humanity: