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But I’m Not The Person I Was, Dying Inside
Charlie Simpson’s career really should not make this much sense. He became famous in Busted singing enormous pop songs while barely out of his teens, walked away from one of the biggest bands in Britain to build Fightstar, spent years proving that move was much more than some temporary rebellion, stepped sideways into acoustic and folk-influenced solo records, made electronic music with his brothers, returned to Busted, brought Fightstar back too, won The Masked Singer dressed as a rhino and somehow arrived in 2025 behind another mask at the front of PRESIDENT. If you tried pitching the whole thing as one career before it happened, somebody probably would have told you to pick a lane. That’s probably all Charlie and I have in common, we don’t pick one lane.
Show Me The Places Where The Others Gave You Scars
Salem is back in Second Life, and seven years after I first wandered through as a shopper, I’m returning for the first time as an official Prism Events blogger. This time Mackenzie is coming with me, and somewhere between a dress, a little magic and a room full of things I’m probably better off not touching, our first Salem story came together.
I Don’t Need A Camera When You’re In My Eyes
September is one of those months that can’t seem to make up its mind. Summer isn’t really gone yet, fall isn’t really here, and depending on what time you walk outside you could probably make an argument for either one. I’m perfectly fine with that because I’m not in any particular hurry to say goodbye to summer. Fall will get here, it always does, followed entirely too quickly by winter, and I’ll have plenty of time to complain about that when I’m standing in virtual snow trying to put together another Christmas photo. For now, I’m hanging onto the warm weather for a little longer, and FOXCITY gave me a pretty good place to do it.
I Hate Accidents, Except When We Went From Friends To This, Uh Huh, That’s Right
Well, that didn’t take long. A couple of days ago I was writing my first official post for The Arcade, sending Mackenzie back to school, and wondering what I was going to find when I started digging through everything else waiting for me from the September round. Apparently the answer was a bedroom, a bunch of plants, some mushrooms, and an excuse for the two of us to have a pillow fight. I’d say we’re off to a fantastic start.
You Knew What You Wanted, And, Boy, You Got Her, Brand New, Full Throttle
Some events in Second Life have been around long enough that they really don’t need an introduction, and The Arcade is definitely one of them. Even if you’ve never stood there clicking away and telling yourself one more pull before doing six more, chances are you know exactly what The Arcade is. For a lot of us who have been around Second Life for any length of time, gachas became their own little culture inside the larger one.
It’s Our Paradise And It’s Our War Zone
(Warning: everything below these next two paragraphs is very explicit. You have now been warned.) We’re back in the Let’s Lose Some Sleep post style today. You know what that means: things are about to get steamy in here, as you can see. After a couple of months apart and a lot of thinking and growing on both of our parts, we’re back. I know for me I spent a lot of time figuring out what I wanted. What I needed. If things needed to change, what were they? After talking quite a few times, she had done the same and wanted to know what conclusions I had come to. So we talked through it and, at the end of it, realized that we’re way better together than not.
I Owned Every Second That This World Could Give
I shot the entire thing in black and white. Not because Mono needed it and not because I wanted it to feel dramatic. I did it because the more I looked at the image, the more color started feeling unnecessary. Removing it changed the way I looked at everything. Instead of focusing solely on the styling or the environment itself, I started noticing the shapes. The lighting. The reflections. The way the scene felt instead of what it looked like.
I’m Beautiful In My Way ‘Cause God Makes No Mistakes
Few colors seem to come with as many assumptions as pink. Somewhere along the way, society decided that colors should have rules attached to them. Certain colors became associated with certain genders, certain interests, and certain expectations. Over time, those ideas became so common that many people stopped questioning them altogether. The strange thing is that pink is still just a color. It doesn’t tell us who someone is. It doesn’t determine what they should wear. It doesn’t decide what interests they should have or how they should express themselves.
When I Walk In The Room, I Can Still Make The Whole Place Shimmer
When I first saw Bubble Blvd, the latest collaboration between FOXCITY and Rosary for Collabor88, I expected the backdrop itself to be the star. After all, it would have been easy for it to be. What started as a simple car wash concept evolved into a complete destination experience featuring custom branding, landscaping, signage, running water, interactive elements, and enough personality to make it feel like a place rather than just a backdrop. The moment I arrived, I understood why.
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