My Second Life but my First Bloq

Allright!

Having a bloq seems to be the fashion thing, and so did I finally open one. Never bloqqed before, so it might take a little to take a form.

First, let me introduce myself. I am Cay Trudeau, a car color designer in my first life, a hair designer in my second. Both jobs combine my taste for beautiful colors and form.

I vouche for fair play, copy rights, customer care and all the good and lawful things in world.

I live in Finland, hence my first language was finnish, so please excuse my occational bad choise of words or spelling errors. Although I have first learned english in the age of 9 (elementary school) I have only used my second language actively past 4 years.

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That brings me the issue for my first bloq post; language

It seems quite natural, that I use my first language in my first life and my second language in my second life. Don´t you think?

It so happened, that my first life (later on referred as RL) bloodrelative got very interested in Second Life (later referred as SL). Partially because she thinks I do not visit her often enough, partially her facination to be able to do things on SL she is not able to do anymore in her first life.

Well not to talk in lenght about the process to actually GET her to be able to play (maybe I will chit chat about that at some later point) she is now a proud citizen of the metaverse.

That caused really some strir in my end of the line. She does not speak much english!

Do not get me wrong, I enjoy the time we spend togehter on SL. We finally get to do things together we never would do in RL. (the other day we went to a festival and virtual peed behind a car *almost dies laughing* I never got she was in the right mindset to roleplay!!!

But we, naturally, chat using finnish. The fact and just her presence has made me uncomfortable, mixing RL things with SL things. When I am with her I am aching aware of the reality.

As you can see, the whole problem is very irrational; I am bothered about the fact using my first language forces me to constantly remember who I am in RL and makes me feel less free. Yet again, I am able to express some emotions better using it.

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Cay has become me in almost every aspect. She is not the free´er than me. She suffers from the same "good girl syndrome" hindering her -and me- from experimenting with my limits.

Was this a rant? no idea... nevertheless was going to write the further post more about my products and the process of making...kinda evaluating my own work.

But, as already expressed, this is my first bloq...so no idea what form this will take