Saturday, December 27, 2008

Who is Reg?

His name is Reginald Bryant Straaf, but he's known as Reg. He'll respond to Reghan as well, used to being called that in error. He is a dandy, a rogue, a gentleman, a bit of a letch, enormously vain, intelligent, witty, has the body of a god and knows it. He is my brother, my twin.

He works only seldomly, preferring to let me do most of the work, though he quite happily spends my money on new clothes and toys for himself. Like most women who encounter Reg, I indulge him without much of a second thought. Because of this, Reg is almost always impeccably turned out, elegant and dashing with his fine clothing and luxuriously soft and long ebon hair. He lives on the same property as me, but recently acquired his own space up in the air that he can decorate to his liking. I can only take so much of seeing his rugs scattered around.

For some reason that many people, including me, can't seem to figure out, Reg is hard to resist, despite being enormously vain, and despite his somewhat suggestive talk, his libido, and his obvious lack of desire to make an honest woman out of anybody. He can whisper a lady to mush, melt formidable ice queens (as long as he's interested in them), and knows how to hold a lady in his arms while dancing with her so that she wants the dance to continue even when the music has stopped. Yet despite all that, he truly means his compliments and truly enjoys his companions. Women to him are a feast for the eyes and a fine liquor to his senses.

It doesn't stop with women; Reg's appetites are insatiable, and he is attracted to men as well. Humans, nekos, long as they're well presented, offer intelligent conversation and a sense of humour, aren't unkind or sarcastic, he's likely interested.

Reg can be found at dances more often than me, for he is truly the social butterfly whereas I am more reserved. Because we are never seen together, it adds to the speculation that Reg and I are the same purrson. Are we?

One of life's mysteries, indeed, but a fun one. Fun for us, anyways.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

I am a narcissist.

I love taking pictures of myself.

This is my latest portrait picture, which is less formal than my usual ones. For one, I have no hat on. That's rare for a public picture, but why be predictable?

The expression on my face is a good capture of my moods these days: content, playful, happy, saucy, sexy.

Yes, it is possible to be sexy even in a high-collar modesty blouse.

Saturday, November 8, 2008

An introduction to me: Reghan Straaf.

Sometimes I like to ramble. Sometimes thoughts just pop into my head and beg to be put to paper or typed into a keyboard.

I am Miss Reghan Straaf, known amongst some as the Mad Milliner. I am a neko, which means I have a swishy tail and ears. Why am I a neko? It was an accident. But to answer the question once and for all:

A while ago, I used to be a tigress. I was shapely and had long, wavy black hair, and my lush body was covered in a luxurious, velvet-like fur. I tell the truth when I say that I could have anybody I wanted without trying too hard, and I proved it over and over. I also wasn't very nice and did what I could to get my own way. What can I say? I'm a cat! Anyways, I decided, for purrsonal reasons, to take an airship from my new home to another place, and we ended up in a violent storm. I understand there was some sort of rift in continuity, and here I am.

I took another name, though it is not the one I was born with, and gave myself "Bella" as my middle name. I was going to use Strawe as a surname, but somehow it came out Straaf. So Straaf it is, and it sounds like "Strahhff". I'm not fond of the surname, but it's mine, and I'm stuck with it.

I am also Victorian, and while I will sometimes wear something that doesn't scream nineteenth century, it's not common. My hair is normally worn in a proper bun, I wear a hat and gloves when I go out, and unless I've forgotten to put my boots on before I go out (it has happened twice so far), my ankles are always properly covered.

My first job in Second Life was teaching building classes to beginner and intermediate builders, and I moved into teaching advanced building classes, which I preferred. At some point, I created a simple hat with a couple of flowers and ribbons, and taught that. I'd been making similarly simple hats in my condo (my first home in Second Life) to match the single Victorian outfit I had, and I thought it'd be fun to teach one.

I didn't know it back then, but one of those hats, originally created because I couldn't find one that fit, were going to explode on me.

The "Mad Milliner" title is borrowed from the Mad Hatter, and I believe that it is completely appropriate for me anyways. That aside, madness and hatmaking go together because back in the olden days, milliners used mercury to cure felt for the hats. They couldn't help but breathe in the fumes, and the mercury poisoning caused damage to their neurological system. This poisoning made them mentally disturbed or confused, created speech problems, and did other things to them before eventually killing them.

Anyways...when I'm not poisoning myself...

I work as a purrsonal assistant to Sir JJ Drinkwater, and I hold him in high esteem. He is a brilliant, charming man, and sometimes makes my heart give a little flutter when he's formally dressed and uses big words. He runs the Caledon Libraries, and quite tirelessly.

I also give a voice to Radio Riel, a radio station that allows me to impose my favourite 80s songs on everybody once every Thursday.

It seems I am a busy lady, and I am. It keeps me out of trouble, and lets me stay in the present moment. My purrsonal life was pretty boring until lately, as I only went to an occasional dance, or went shopping, and rarely socialized.

It changed. I am delighted to have a companion and friend in Fawkes Allen, who makes me laugh and feel good, and who can wreck a song just as well as I can. He owns Autogenic Alchemy, and sells a clockwork mouse that I just HAD to have. It lives on my cupboard of webmall boxes, next to my phonograph, in my Hatbox.

The Hatbox is my workroom skybox.

I don't live in Caledon, though I have toyed with the idea of buying a parcel there. However, I like and require lots of prims, so where I live now is purrfect with about 3000 prims of my own. I do have a shop there, but that's a different blog.

Well, as I said, I rambled. But that's me. Can I keep up with posting stuff? I shall surely find out in time.

I'm finished this one, though.

- RBS.