Beware cheap imitations!

This may be one of the weirdest things that has happened to me in recent memory.

So, occasionally I have people that pretend to be me. It happens. They generally either just take bits and pieces of my profile, pictures, display name, etc. Some try to play it off as if they ARE me and others just use my words/pictures and pretend they did them. Usually it makes me laugh a bit. There was one that impersonated me and tried to con my employees out of money, pretending like they were me and I was in a RL emergency. Thankfully none of them fell for that and that account has since been banned.

Anyways. Yesterday I was standing around on a platform in the sky, as one does, and a girl that used to work for me and now manages another club IMs me. She lets me know that a friend of hers has copy/pasted one of my picks and the only reason they knew she was doing it is because the person in question hadn’t removed my e-mail address. Let’s call the impersonator FAKELILY from here on out.

I get a bit of a laugh out of it and go to look at the profile. Sure enough, one of the picks is directly ripped from my profile. And recently as well since I’d just updated that pick on Friday and my new edits where used. I laughed a bit and clicked another pick. And there was her e-mail. “Send all giftcards to”. I blink.

That’s not my e-mail address. I mean, yes, that IS my SecondLife name, but that is not now, nor has ever been my e-mail address. I never made that or used it. I certainly never typed it out for her to copy since well. It’s not my e-mail address. Then it dawns on me. She must have made it. She made herself an e-mail address…using my SecondLife name. I… what. WHAT?

I do a bit more digging. I send her an e-mail, where she denies having any idea who I am. She forgot to change her name on the e-mail so I looked them up on Facebook. I won’t disclose any RL information on them, but we’ll say I was a bit surprised that their RL Facebook also has my name on it. I look at their SL Facebook profile. It says they work in Vegas, live in Dallas. I was born and raised in Vegas. Live in Dallas.


At this point, it’s creepy but there’s nothing I can do about it. It’s not like my name is copyrighted and there’s nothing I have of them directly claiming to BE me. I did message the owner of the club she works at now, as well as one she is applying to, to let them know about the situation. My concern isn’t that she’s using my pick. Or, was. She has since changed it. But rather that that e-mail addresss uses a name of mine that is fairly well known in some areas of SL. I don’t want people e-mailing her or giving her gifts thinking she is me. I’m not sure what her intent with all of this is. I’m just stumped.



New mesh head & things & stuff


I actually bought the new MiMi head from The Sugar Garden! TSG is one of my favorite stores, but the other heads just never really did anything for me. I thought they looked a little too derpaderp as I like to say. This one seems to work out better for me though. I’m still not quite used to it, but I do like that hair actually fits on it, unlike the head I have from TMP. Without an alpha layer for fitting hair, the TMP really limits your choices. Ones that actually covered the whole scalp were kind of few and far between. NONE of the Little Bones hair I have would fit it. And only some of Truth/Spellbound/Magika and so on. Anyways, so far I rather like it.

Club has been doing ok. Been getting more apps in lately. And of course a few griefers and trolls. lol. But that’s to be expected with any club, especially when the traffic gets to be decent. My favorite thing is when a guy comes in with his cock out. We have a hud we can use to put a pink skirt on them that follows them around the sim. xD It makes me happy. Sometimes I’ll also wear my bling penis and chase them around with that. I might as well be entertained by them before they get banned after all.

There are some things that I can’t write about, for various reasons. Nothing bad just things that I don’t really want to try to find words for. Got some good news today though so, hooray for that! Takes a definite weight off our shoulders as a whole.

Other things are still sort of weighing on my mind though, And I’m not sure how to really go into detail about them. Partially because I get shy and… anxious and unsure of myself sometimes. Especially when it comes to random moments when my self esteem may not be so high. I don’t know. Sometimes I just need to feel special. Which sounds silly in a way. I mean, I know I’m special. I know who I am and where I stand with people, but sometimes I still need to feel that little something extra that makes my brain stop functioning for a little while. And it’s hard to bring that up, especially when there are other, more important things at hand than how I may or may not feel. I’m terrible about things like this sometimes. It takes me a while to work myself up to talking about my feelings. And the more I think the conversation will bother someone, the longer I put it off. Or the longer I try to ignore it or rationalize it away. But ugggghg highb;odifhgsoihg. Brain stopping.

Ok. Basically I think it boils down to me not wanting to be a bother to anyone else. I want to take care of the people that I love in any way that I can. And I have always, and will always, put the emotional needs of them over my own. Even when I know I don’t have to. Even when I know that I probably shouldn’t, But my own little feelings of insecurity or doubt seem so insignificant compared to the big picture.

I don’t know. Since other things are getting better then maybe I can address my random, broken thoughts sometime in the near-ish future. This week didn’t really go how I wanted it to, but some of that is definitely my own fault because I didn’t bring it up. Because I didn’t want to be a bother. And annoying.. And…sigh. I don’t even really know what I’m trying to accomplish by writing this at the moment. I guess I needed to just get some of it off my chest even though it’s all in vague, abstract ways that won’t really make sense outside of my own head.