
A while ago I meant to donate my two cents about this
Avatar Rights debate -- and two cents is worth like five Lindens, and I have been tipped less than that in my spectacularly unnecessary exotic dancing career.
Actually, my favorite "cheap tip" anecdote is the poor newly minted newb who had literally nothing to give me except copies of his default Linden clothes. Bless his heart! The spirit was willing, the inventory was unable to perform!
Anyhoo, the gist of the Avatar Rights debate, the creme de la cum if you will, is that we avatars are digital people with separate identities from our keyboard pilots.
Botgirl does this;
as do others. The most interesting post I found about this was on
Rheta's World, but she seems to have taken it down; that or my ability to navigate web sites has been destroyed by two decades of masturbation. It's not like
I wasn't warned.
An inference from the idea that digital personas exist and are independent of their typists is that avatars whose entire existence is entirely bound up in Second Life require more freedom, rights, and nutrition than the average newbie nobody looking for something for nothing. It was on this point that I was going to weigh in:
Ladies and gentlemen! Now entering the mud wrestling ring, weighing in at 130 pixels, and measuring more than two meters in height according to our broken in world avatar measuring system... Ladies and gentlemen, make some HOWLZ gesture noise for...
The Tranny Terror, the Latin Lothario, the Punching Pollock, the Good Girl with Curiosity-Provoking Panties, the Cornfed Countrified Cutie from Cucamonga, your daily dose of Special K cereal....
Kanomi "Choo-Choo" Pikajuna!
Let's get R-r-r-r-r-r-eady to R-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-rumble!
Yet before I was ever able to bikini body-slam a willing and captive audience with quotable quackery, the New Linden Five Year Plan regarding trademarks was unleashed and the Slogosphere exploded with
satire and
tears, and I never did write that post. Since then I have joined the
Royal Caledon Air Force, bought a mainland castle, quit exotic dancing, and repeatedly mocked the Second Life Herald and its
dancing troupe of Goreans. It is easy to get distracted in Second Life.
I can, however, sum up the narrow and poorly conceived gist of my originally planned post: If you want to be a digital person,
don't put all your basketballs in one basket.
A digital person should not, cannot, must not confine herself to one world or make her entire existence dependent on the goodwill and ongoing success of
a metaphorical daemon of marketing and his ability to persuade IBM to waste money on penis farms.
Kanomi is important, Kanomi matters -- you are probably familiar with that mantra if you read this blog or if you are unlucky enough to get random messages from me in world. What you probably do not know is that Kanomi existed before Second Life; in fact, this is her third digital universe; and no, none of the others are World of Divorcecraft.
Always Kanomi: schoolgirl with a secret, special friend to all, everybody likes me, everybody likes the nice special friend to all! Slight variations in theme: one world I was utterly sexless, since it was a bright and shiny PG-rated place; the other utterly and freely deviant, an X-rated world, more deviant than even Second Life can be: hard to believe, I know. Different worlds, same Kanomi.

To see how this came about, let's hire a crappy 512 prim taxi and roll jerkily and awkwardly down Memory Lane in a multi-part series of Kanomi Online...
TO BE CONTINUED
:o