Bye 2021! Hello! 2022

 The last days of this year are fast approaching.

I know I am not the only one to say that this year has been challenging, very hard, at least for me.

My relationship with my second partner came to an end. An end that was not very hard for me because I knew it was the right decision.

What was hard for me was the process of emotions and the realization of how much that relationship changed me. I did not realize that until after the relationship ended.

I have been processing my thoughts and emotions with my real-life husband and psychologist. I am not ashamed to say that I needed/need help in that way.

Its been hard trying to get back to "the me" before this relationship, but I can now say that I am well on my way to get there again, and I am so grateful for that.

As the year slowly got better and better for me, I have found my love for audiobooks and drawing again♥  it has been so relaxing and mind-clearing that I am now wondering why I ever stopped.

Second life has been tranquil for me the last 2 months, so second life has become more of something that I have been logged into but mostly doing other things in my real life.

It is not that fun when it feels like no one is talking to you.

But I am sure that will also change. Second life has this thing where it kind of "dies down" in periods, at least for me.

 As I go into a new year, I turn the page. I am hoping for a very positive year as I turn the page.

I hope to spread more awareness regarding disability, and I hope to empower more people not to hide their disability just because second life is a Virtual reality platform.

I will also work as hard as possible to bring more disability to second life.

I am working closely with a mesh creator to bring never before seen disability Equipment into second life.

I will continue writing my erotica, don't worry. Writing erotica is something I will never stop doing. If anything, my goal for 2022 is to write more of them.

My word for 2022 is renewal.

What is your word, and what does it mean to you?

♥Tessa♥

💞The one I can't forget 💞 (erotica) TRUE! From RL

About a month before I met my now Real life Husband, this actually happened.

Late at night, I was checking my messages on a body-contact website. Yes, it is a website mainly based on people hooking up. At this point in my life, I had been single for 9 years, primarily due to my overprotective mother. So I was checking my messages, and there was one message from a man that Caught my attention. I mean, mostly, I got messages from people that were just...Appalling and weird, to say the least.

So he really Caught my attention in a very, very good way.

The title was "PLEASE! Let me be the one that gets to meet you!"

I have always been a very open and honest person, so he knew about my disability from the start because I put it in my profile.

Of course, I responded to the message, and after a few letters, we exchanged phone numbers and started texting.

He sent me a photo of him when he was in the bath, and I sent a picture of me back. Oh my god, when I saw his photo, I think I stopped breathing for like 2 seconds, and I had a hard time believing that this guy was actually attracted to me!

I mean, he could get any girl that he wanted, why me? In a wheelchair?

After a few texts, HE asked me if I would like to come over for dinner that weekend. I was a little taken aback, and I felt myself blushing when I wrote: "But I need help with stuff.... I don't know," he wrote back, " I know you do. I can do it if you show me how."
Then he wrote in another text, "please just come over? please? please, baby?"

I smiled, and I wrote back, "Yes, I would love to."

We texted every day, and before we both knew it was Saturday, I had gotten my sister to help me take a shower and shave my bits, of course not telling her or anyone where I was really going to.

I had loose blue jeans and a red top. As I waited in the cab, I texted him, "I can't wait to see you."
I got into the cab, and when I was about halfway to his place, I still had not gotten a text back from him, so I decided to call him.... it felt like hours before he picked up..." Hello?" he said with a groggy voice. I spoke with a smile, "Hi... it's me... Tessa," I could hear him smiling"oh, I just woke up to an angel's voice... hi baby" I blush hard, and I smile, saying, "I am about halfway to your place."
He says softly, "yeah yeah, I'm awake ill get up, love...thank you for the lovely wake-up call... I will see you soon, baby," we hang up.

the time passes, and I text him, "I think I'm here, baby:)" he texts back, "OK, 'll, come down."
The driver of my cab unhooks my chair from the floor, and I back out of the cab, and as I look to my left....there he is.... our eyes meet. He smiles, "Hey, you" I smile with a million butterflies in my stomach " hey, you" He holds the door open but still turns my way as I make my way over to him. he looks down into my eyes as he takes his hand to the back of my neck leaving his thumb on my cheek, pulling me in so that we are forehead to forehead, he strokes my cheek with his thumb whispering "hey you sexy thing" of course I start blushing so hard I had to break the eye contact, he whispered "nono hey hey look at me....look at me baby" he lifts my head back up and whispers "there you are... it's just me" we start to kiss slowly.

I moan softly in the kiss, and so does he. He whispers almost without letting go of the kiss, "Oh my fucking god mmmm," he whispers again, "OK, I'm going to let go of the front door and kiss you the way you deserve" I smile softly against his lips as I nod, the kiss gets deeper. He lays his other hand the same way he did the first one. "Mmmmm baby, mmmm, oh my god, mmm," we keep kissing, and I lay my hands around the back of his neck. He smiles against my lips as I smile back against his. He whispers, "oh, you feel more relaxed now, baby?" I whisper, " mhmm, I do."

We both breathe a little nervous, and I kiss him again slowly. He whispers against my lips with a soft smile, "Good girl," then we kiss again... he takes my hand. We slowly break the kiss, and I smile, looking into his eyes. He opens the front door again, smiling, "after you, baby," I make my way to the elevator....then it reality hits like a ton of bricks...oh yeah, my wheelchair... elevator... yeah.
I try to keep my thoughts from showing up on my face...But it's too late. He can see it. He smiles, Squeezing my hand softly. "It's OK, you know, I hate the stairs anyway, and besides, I can kiss you all the way up to my floor, so I would say it's a good thing to take the elevator if you ask me." He smirks. I look up at him with a big grin. "Oh, really now? It sounds like you are talking from experience?" I keep grinning as he answers, "Me? nooo, never now I don't know what you are talking about" we laugh softly.
As we walk into the elevator," you are such a liar, " I say to him," We laugh again. He says, "I don't know what you talking about, baby? I just Fabricated the truth a little," we burst out laughing. I say simultaneously as I am laughing," Oh my god! You little ass" my back is turned to him. At this point, he does something I had never experienced before....He takes his arms around my waist and whispers into my ear, "mmmm, I am so glad you are here" we start going up. He takes my hands in his whispering "now, I want you to tell me what you love to have done to you sexually" I lay my head back on his shoulder answering " well.... well the thing is... I have not had sex in 9 years...He stops me "wait, you have not had sex in 9 years? 9!? he turns my head to his, and I lock eyes with his and say, "yes, 9 years...he leans his forehead on mine, and we kiss again... He smiles against my lips as he pulls away from a bit of saying- wow mmmm No pressure at all he laughs softly, and I do the same. The elevator comes to a stop. Oh, we're here, he says. He takes my hand and whispers, let's go in, baby, l back out of the elevator. He again does something that I had never experienced before up to that point. As I turn my wheelchair to go forward, he takes my hand and walks in front of me. Still holding my hand at that moment, I felt so typical in the way.

He and I had never spoken upfront about having sex. Still, I knew that it would be with him if I had sex with somebody, and I had made up my mind about that before I even stepped over the thresh Hold to his apartment.

He strokes my hand with his fingers and walks in. He asks if he needs to move anything out of the way or if it's OK? I smile and say its OK,

he takes his jacket off at the same time as I am trying to take off my coat. I feel the panic set in when I realize I can't take off my jacket by myself, he sees me struggling, but he doesn't jump the gun and help me right away, which I prefer it to be.

He lets me struggle a little more before he says,- oh for God sakes, woman, let me help you!

we both burst out laughing,

He says with laughter in his voice, you know women constantly feel that they need to prove that they can do things on their own, and I am like, do they ever occur to you, Women that a guy might just want to be friendly and help?!

I laugh even more, and he kisses me, and Of course, I kiss him back. He hangs up our jackets and takes my hand, and steps as close as he can to me.
I softly smile, and he whispers,- are you OK, sweetheart? I nod and softly answer, yeah, I am. He smiles, and we kiss again.


He breaks the kiss and whispers, I am so glad you are here baby, I did not think you would respond to my first "letter" even, and now I have you in my arms.

I blush softly and lean my forehead on his and whisper- I just could not say no to you, baby, you are so romantic and loving, and that is what I want and need in a guy.

We kiss very slowly.... he breaks the kiss a little as he asks,- so what do you want to, baby? I close my eyes and whisper- I want to make love to you..... I want to have sex with you.....I want to end up in bed with you...
I slowly open my eyes .... he takes his hands to the sides of my face. As he looks into my eyes, he softly says,- are you sure you want me to make love to you? I mean, it has been so long for you...I whisper to him- I am sure, baby. He whispers, yeah? And I whisper yeah....we kiss, and he breaks the kiss whispering- I won't do anything you don't want to do, and I won't hurt you... it might hurt a little since it has been so long, but I will make you really, really wet.
I smile, a bit Nervous, and he can see it... he smiles and whispers, just relax.. we kiss softly as he pushes my wheelchair backward... We end up in his bedroom, where we softly break the kiss... he looks into my eyes and says,- can we take this off, baby? He pulls on my top a little, and without answering him, I slowly lift my arms up... his breathing is heavier as he pulls my top up slowly. He whispers, Oh my god... baby... you... you are so so beautiful... holy crap...
I blush at his words. He moves in kisses me sincerely, holding my face in his hands.


He breaks the kiss slowly as he whispers, can I lift you to the bed?


I breathe in deeply, feeling myself blush. Thoughts are running through my head, but I know I want this somehow. I hear myself slowly say, yes, you can. He responds by slowly whispering back. Are you sure?

This may sound corny, but I remember telling him that I've never been so sure about anything in my life up until now.

We kiss deeply as he takes my arms and places them around the back of his neck. He whispers Hold on tight, baby. I nod, and he lifts me up from my wheelchair. I remember thinking, wow, he is strong!

He kisses my cheek on the way to the bed. He softly says Girl, you are light as a Feather for me.

He puts a knee on the bed, laying me down gently with him. He sighs softly, mmm, evening lights, bed, you on the bed with me. What is better than this?

I smile, saying softly, not much more can top this for sure.

We kiss, talk, and cuddle for a long time. With no spoken words, we begin to explore each other's bodies. In a kiss, he spreads my legs a little with his.

With his forehead pressed to mine, looking into my eyes, he begins to grind his hips back and forth against mine, not penetrating me yet. I look into his eyes, letting my face "talk" to him. He whispers as he moans, breathe, baby, Let me hear you.

I moan as we kiss. He picks up speed a little. He feels me trying to spread my legs more, so he helps me. We kiss deep and passionately. He pants close to my lips. Can I give you an orgasm? I nod to him as he asks Yeah? Yeah? are you sure, baby? I nod again as we kiss. He sits up as he takes my pants off. I feel myself blush hard as his hands roam my body. Gently and softly, he whispers, god! You're so beautiful! His hands go from my feet all the way up to my face, then down again.

He plants kisses on my stomach before laying down on top of me as we kiss.

I feel his hand moving down my stomach and into my panties in the kiss. My mouth unwillingly lets go of our kiss as I moan gently. He starts to kiss the side of my neck as his hand picks up speed. I moan louder and louder as he pants into my ear. Yes, Yes! Go for it! I scream, I will cum so fucking hard I don't know what to do!

He presses his forehead to mine. You're going to cum, baby. Cum cum cum hard!

I scream at the top of my lungs in an orgasm that is so intense I have never felt anything like it since.

My body shakes so hard he has to hold me down and cover my mouth with his. Still moving his hand on my pussy. I scream in his mouth for 2 minutes straight, or at least that's what it feels like. 2 More orgasms flooded my body during that time.

I start to cry out of the sheer intensity and pleasure we softly kiss and touch each other. he softly says, my hand is soaked, baby. He smiles against my lips.

As I lay there still trying to recuperate, a soft smile breaks into my face, and I softly say to him, well, it's your fault. We laugh a little, and he askes me if I am OK?

I answer yes, I am.

He brushes his hand through my hair as he says, you having an orgasm is probably the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

I blush so hard it feels like I am turning into a tomato at this point.

I hide my face in my hands, and he whispers, no, don't hide your face, don't feel embarrassed. I loved every second of it.

We kiss deeply. I can feel him taking off his pants. He whispers against my lips, wait here, I want to get the lube. I nod.
While he is away, I can't help but have the biggest smile on my face on the orgasms and that this is not a dream. This is happening.


He comes back and lays on the bed, kissing me. We will not need lube, but I don't want to hurt you.


We just lay there in bed touching, feeling, and moaning.
He lays down on top of me again, saying softly can I be a little blunt?
I nod in response.


He kisses me while having his hands in my hair.
He whispers in my ear do you want to suck my cock, baby?


I respond by turning his head to me and kissing him, nodding.


After a bit of fidgeting around trying to figure out what the best position would be, I am lying on my back, wrapping my hand around his cock, slowly taking it into my mouth.


I suck slowly. He is whispering and moaning slow baby slow oh my fucking god!


He takes his hands in my hair and just holds it. He moans. Mmmmm, fuck! Your so good at that, baby.
I smile with my eyes up at him, and he smiles back your so sexy with my cock in your mouth.


He moans, you sexy little redhead.


I start to suck faster. He is moaning louder in disbelief, almost
OH!! MY FUCKING GOD!!! YOU! ARE NOT SO Innocent, after all!!!!!

Suddenly without warning, I Deep throat him. His entire cock is in my throat, and he screams in pleasure, BABY!!! BABY, I'M FUCKING CUMMING!!!OOOHHHHH, GOD!!!! MY FUCK YES!!


His hands slam onto the wall as he cums down my throat. His hands move to cup my face and kiss my head as he is still cumming and shaking hard.


He pulls out of my mouth slowly, almost falling down on his back. OH! MY GOD! WOMAN!!
I swallow with a smile, and we kiss. He panting hard, stroking my hair. Once again, we go back to kissing, touching, and moaning.


After a while, he whispers- I want to penetrate you, I want you to feel me inside you. Can I do that? Do you want me to?


I softly whisper, yes, I want you to be inside me. We kiss, he puts on a condom and puts extra lube on both of us.




My heart is going on million miles an hour, and he can see it. He whispers as he lays down on top of me, This can hurt a little, but I will go slow. Try to breathe and relax, baby.

I nod, kissing him. He strokes my arms, laying them above my head with one of his hands going back down between us, grabbing his cock.

He presses his forehead to mine and whispers eyes on me, baby. We kiss deeply as I can feel him pressing into my opening. I breathe in sharply. He kisses me deeper as if to say, "breath, relax."

I moan into his mouth. Oh my god! Oh!

He laces his hands with mine, moaning, good Girl, you're my good girl.

I moan for him to pick up speed, and he does. I squeeze his hands and moan loud as we kiss. he holds both of my hands with one of his while the other stroke and tugs on my hair gently.

He kisses the side of my neck as we make love harder.

He whispers, moaning. Your pussy feels so good! You feel fucking amazing!

I moan loud and whimper, so do you, baby, he moans, whispering, do you trust me, baby?

I moan, gasping yes! Yes, I do!

He picks up so much speed that the bed bangs against the wall. He holds me tight as I scream in pleasure. He moans loud into my shoulder. YES!! YES, CUM BABY CUM, I WANT YOU TO CUM HARD! LET IT FLOOD!!!

AAAAAAA YOUR PUSSY!!!! YES!!!

I SCREAM as loud as I can. I'M CUMMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I start to shake so hard that I can't even breathe.

He talks into my ear as best as he can. Good girl! IM here, I'm here, your safe, cum for me! I orgasm even harder when he puts his and around my throat, looking into my eyes growling. You are so good. I love your body; I love everything about you.

My eyes roll from orgasming so hard, he picks up even more speed. He kisses me hard as he orgasms, letting go of my throat. Stroking my body, face, and hands.

We both scream when he pushes in and holds still.

We Press our forehead together, looking into each other's eyes. He mouths close to my mouth, "I fucking love you."

I mouth back, "I love you too."

Our orgasms finally calm down. Both of us breathe so hard we cant talk.

He manages to somewhat ask me if I am OK? And I just nod. He pulls out of me slowly and lays behind me, pulling me into his arms, yet another thing I had not experienced before. He lays his arm around me and kisses the back of my neck.

When we wake up a few hours later, he still has his lips to the back of my neck as he whispers his baby.

My whole body shivers in pleasure as I hear the words and feel his lips.

I take my hand behind his neck and whisper, hi baby before I kiss him.

He softly says, it is 2 hours before your cab gets here. He pulls me closer. Do you want to get some food?

I nod, and we kiss.

He helps me get dressed and up into my wheelchair. He asks whether I am sitting OK?

I nod as he kisses me.

We had a lovely dinner, and before I could blink, my cab was there to drive me home.

We kissed in the elevator all the way down. We kissed before I got into the cab. he whispered I will call you tomorrow, I whispered back to him, yeah. Thank you for not "seeing" my wheelchair baby. He whispered back I will never "see it" I will always SEE you.

The cab drove off to take me home.

I never heard from him again...

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To this day, that is the best Sexual experience I have ever had. I think it's so hard for me to forget it because it feels unfinished in a way.

Stupid Boy.

 Hi everyone hope you all are doing well?

Most of you know, or I hope you do, that I decided to end my 18-month relationship With my second partner (second partner meaning not my husband), who I met in second life. In a previous post, I explained what led up to my decision. Of course, I didn't tell you everything in fine detail, but I used that post as a brain dump for myself.

I write to process and move on. It's something that I've always done and will continue to do.

I was searching on my tidal today, and I found this really great song by Keith Urban called stupid boy.

At this moment in my life, I feel that that song was written to make him listen to it, if that makes sense.

I have taken bits and pieces of the lyrics that really hit home. By doing this, I am processing and moving on slowly, but surely

some of you might be thinking, "how can it be hard for you to go through a breakup when you have a husband?"

I am polyamorous, which means that I can love more than just one person the same way as I love my husband, so going through a breakup for me is just as hard as in one else going through a breakup.

With that said, I also feel like I can kind of let go faster than others would, but that doesn't mean I stop processing and just move on.

What I process is the feeling of having a life without that person. I process what happened. I mourn the loss and the emotions.

I will leave a link to the post where I talk about the relationship I had with him, and also, I will leave a link to the original lyrics of the song stupid boy.

Well, she was precious, like a flower
She grew wild, wild but innocent
A perfect prayer in a desperate hour
She was everything beautiful and different

She laid her heart and soul right in your hands.
And you stole her every dream, and you crushed her plans.

She never even knew she had a choice.
And that's what happens when the only voice she hears is telling her she can't

So, what made you think you could take a life?
And just push it, push it around?
I guess to build yourself up so high.
You had to take her and break her down?

you always had to be right
But now you lost the only thing that ever made you feel alive,

Your the same old, same old stupid boy

It took a while for her to figure out she could run
But when she did, she was long gone, long gone

She never even knew she had a choice.
And that's what happens when the only voice she hears is telling her she can't

Link to song lyrics

Link to post about my relationship with him and my decision 

♥Tessa♥

Wait!....What?

 I feel myself getting more and more confident within myself for each day that passes. I am finding myself getting out of my house more in second life and actually doing stuff again. So a couple of days ago, I decided to be a little Adventurous by writing in a group, asking for new people to meet and be friends with.

So without thinking about it, I wrote the message, and I sent it out to God knows how many people are in second life because this group is quite significant.

I would say that within about 30 to 40 minutes, I had people writing to me. I didn't expect much, to be honest, because this group is known for having a lot of Newbies. Newbies is a term that People in second life use 2 identify a person that is not looking like she or he is in 2021 but more like 2008-2009. In other words, basic skin, walks like a duck, uses this prim hair, and so on and so forth.



For you to better understand what a newbie is, I will show you a photo.



I went on a deep dive into my second life closet (inventory) to not offend anyone else, so yes, this is my back in 2010 -2011. As you can see, I must admit this is not the proudest moment of my second life. So yes, this is what we in second life consider a newbie.

Believe it or not, there are still people that look like this in their 2021 second life.

Most people call them kevin's, basically somebody who has made an account, and they go around asking people to give them lindens, which is the currency used in second life. They will use the same type of message two a bunch of people just to get the lindens and scam people.

But of course, not everybody is a scammer or a beggar in second life, but they still look like the photos above.



I mean to each their own if they want to look like that, fine by me, but you won't get very far, at least not with me when you look like that.

This man started to chat with me, and I would say after 20 minutes, you wanted to meet me in person in second life. I wasn't that keen on it, but I agreed. Unfortunately, I can't tell you the person's name because that's against SecondLife rules, but nevertheless, I dropped down from teleporting.

and I voiced, so he started to voice as well

the first thing out of his mouth was, "Wow, I didn't realize how short you were, and I didn't realize how chubby you were"

My response was, well, this is me. Then he says," well, why don't you make a fantasy woman that's really tall and slender?

"because when you and I have sex, the animations in second life won't look right."

"I am not this tall in real life, and I'm actually really short," he continued,

"and I don't look like this because second life is a fantasy world" when I heard this.

in my head, I was going, "Lord have mercy, I hope to God you don't look like this in real life."

He bombarded me with how I should look, how tall I should be, how slender I should be.

This continued for about 15 minutes or so until I said, "look, you don't have to like the way I look, this is.me, I will never change, so you can stop trying to tell me what you don't like about me."



He became very quiet. I don't think he counted on me saying that to him. I said goodbye to him, and I dropped the call and went back home. Still a little bit shocked over what I had just heard.



I quickly let it go because I realized he was basically stupid.

a couple of hours after that, I went to my favorite spa in second life called breathe spa and bathhouse

There are usually many people there but not a lot of talking in local chests, unfortunately.



I started talking to this guy. He seemed very friendly but also weird in a way. from his profile, I could see that he and I had very similar interests when it came to real life, so I started talking to him about that when he suddenly says "oh, so you're not a hobbit?"

I kinda laughed in asked him, "why I would be a Hobbit?"

He responded by saying, "because of your similar size and proportions."



I didn't respond to him after that because I was so flabbergasted over what he had just told me.

I am a plus-size woman in second life, and I am a plus-size woman in real life. I don't hide behind anything, as you probably can tell by this whole blog.

I want the way I look in second life to reflect what I look like in real life! Why is that so hard for people to understand? I don't want to be slender, and I don't want to be the human version of a 2X4.

Most people say that second life is a fantasy world and nothing more, but why are we so fixated on "the perfect look" if it's not more than just a fantasy world?



I have repeated this time and time, and I will continue to say this until people understand.

To me, second life it's not a fantasy world, and it is virtual reality. Second life will never ever be a game, and to me, it is a virtual reality.



This means I will look exactly how I want to look, I will be as tall with short as I want to be, and I will be as plus-size as I ever want to be if you don't like that, well go look for someone else.

If second life is "just a game," Why are you freaking out over how an avatar looks? It shouldn't matter to you then, should it? Second life is more than "just a game" That's the whole point.

♥Tessa♥

♥Hypersexuality-the undying desire♥

 I have gone back and forth trying to decide if I should do this blog post because it is personal. It can sometimes be seen as a joke or the person not being believed, but I have decided to speak about this since I do talk about everything else on my blog, so why not speak about this, or why shouldn't I speak about this.

This post will stem from real life, but second Life has a big part, so I will usually blend the two.

Let's start:

No, this is not a joke, and I am not making this blog post funny; I'm actually making this blog post so that people can understand how hard this is to live with. In my early 20s, I got diagnosed with something called Hypersexuality. In simple terms, I am more or less turned on 24/7.

When I tell people about this condition, most say, oh, that must be so much fun, but it isn't. I would say it's sexy and fun 85% of the time, and the rest of the time is frustrating and sometimes painful.

My very first orgasm was actually from a car moving. I don't know if you can imagine every slight vibration or movement of the vehicle stimulating you to the point that you orgasm every 10 to 15 minutes. You are orgasming so hard that your husband must turn to the side of the road, shut off the car, and wait.

I can walk past a guy and immediately start thinking about how it would be to have sex with him, how his body looks without clothing, and how he would seduce me. It doesn't matter if I try to not think about it.

I have at least three orgasms before I get out of bed in the morning, or I can't even think straight. If I were to try to hold off on orgasming before getting out of bed, sex would be the only thing I repeat on my mind, and it doesn't matter if I want it or not.

"Hypersexuality is extremely frequent or suddenly increased libido." 

"Nymphomania and satyriasis were previously used for the condition in women and men, respectively."

"Hypersexuality is known to present itself as a symptom in connection to several neurological disorders."

If you have been reading my blog for a while, you know I have cerebral palsy, a neurological disorder. 

If you haven't read my three-part series about how my disability affects my body, I highly recommend you read that.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

This will sound crazy, but this is how it is for me. Even food can trigger a sexual fantasy; In other words, it turns me on to the point that that sexual fantasy is the only thing I can think of.

Take chocolate. For example, some chocolates have some kind of cream filling that is white most often, which makes me think of cum and sex.

The sound of somebody whipping up eggs triggers me so on and so forth.

There's a lot of stigma surrounding Hypersexuality because of a lack of information about it. Of course, we have movies that show Hypersexuality as a kink, addiction, or disease. I don't agree with the addiction and disease part at all.

I am not addicted to sex; I just have a massive sex drive, and I don't see it as a disease because I am not dying from it.

How does     SecondLife positively affect my Hypersexuality?

There is no study or information about Hypersexualityy affecting other people in the way I am about to tell you, so I have no research and no proof that this is the case. This is just how I work, I guess.

Second Life has helped me a lot over the years in so many different ways I don't even know where to begin telling that story. But I can tell you that Second Life has positively affected my Hypersexuality because if it wasn't for Second Life, I wouldn't be having this blog, and I wouldn't be writing my erotica.

Me writing my blog in my erotica has helped me to calm down my Hypersexuality in a way. I would say it's like 4% better than before 4% is quite a low number, but I am happy with how I can cope with a lot of the sexual tension and sexual arousal that I have 96% of the day.

Second Life it's very sexual oriented please; that is why it's rated as an adult "game" most of you know that I don't call second Life A "game" Because, in my opinion, second Life is so much more than that, so I called it a virtual world because that is what it is.

 

When I tell people in Second Life I have this condition, most say," oh, that's great. You must have a freakishly amount of sex" I get why people would think that and if I didn't practice self-control, I probably would be having a lot of sex with my husband, but because I practice self-control, we don't have a freakishly amount of sex.

So self-control is a big part of it, but that's also a big part of us not having a lot of sex because my husband doesn't want to have "blue balls."

Comes to Second Life I love having sex; I love everything about it, the closeness, the orgasms, the tension release between two people, everything.

Believe it or not, with the right person, I can easily orgasm 5/6 times without even touching myself, Sometimes even 10 to 11 times.

I don't even have to see the person physically in front of me in Second Life to be able to orgasm. I know this sounds strange to some people, but in Second Life, it's more about what you write to another person than what you do physically if you understand what I mean.

Another thing I have noticed over the years, and I don't know if this has anything to do with my Hypersexuality. Still, The thing is that if a guy in second Life writes to me that he is kissing my neck or something like that, I can actually feel physically what that would feel like. The same goes for anything sexual in Second Life; I can feel it. 

So far, in my 11 1/2 years in Second Life, I have only met one other person that has Hypersexuality. This person is a male, but I am curious to know how many people actually have Hypersexuality. But they just think they have a high sex drive when they could have this condition.

This person I have met really gets me and can say I know what you're going through without lying because he is the same way.

Like I've said before, there is a lot of stigma surrounding Hypersexuality, so many people don't talk about it. I suspect it would be interesting to see how many people would have the criteria for Hypersexuality.

There is a crucial thing to point out, and that is:

Just because I have Hypersexuality does not mean I am a sex robot or don't feel the need for foreplay. You actually do, and you have to turn me on even more before it becomes sexual

don't be an Asshole and go straight to the point just because you think I don't need "warming up."

I am terrified of posting this, but I somehow feel compelled to post it, so please take your time to read it because it is important to me and maybe crucial to others.

♥Tessa♥

I DON'T Roleplay!

 When I go into second life, I don't take on a role; I don't play somebody else. I inhabit what I look like in second life, but everything else, it's me! What I'm doing is me, if I'm dancing, it's me, if I'm with somebody it's me, it if I am having sex with somebody I would have sex with them as if they were with me in real life it's my feelings my response is how my body reacts! I am Not a role!

I have never been somebody that" roleplay's" in second life, and I would never do that in second life because that disconnects me from my second life.

There is this new thing going on around second life. Maybe it's not new, but it's called "paragraph roleplaying."

If you're into that, you better off writing a book, in my opinion, now I have friends that are into that, but they also know that I am a sport away from that as possible.

For me roleplaying is something you would do in World of Warcraft or some other type of game. For me, second life is not a part of that "game category" because second life is so much more. I will never ever look at second life as just a game or, as some people called it, a virtual chat room."

When people ask me do I role play, it kind of pisses me off because I've stated that second life is not a place where I role play.

But nothing pisses me off more than people who speak or write in the third person Or give me compliments in the third person, for example, "oh your avatar looks, nice oh I really like your avatar. It's so sexy."

Why do people do this? Haven't people figured out complimenting somebody saying, "oh, you look sexy today," or I really like your body?

That will automatically help boost the other person's self-esteem. Disconnecting somebody from what they look like in second life is just rude.

I show my genuine emotions in my second life. I don't hide behind anything; I show passion, I shall love, I shop happiness, I show sadness, I show grief, I reveal everything. 

I AM ME.

Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy Me!

'm the kind of girl that girls don't like
I'm the kind that boys fantasize
I'm the kind that your momma and your daddy were afraid you'd turn out to be like
Were afraid you'd turn out to be like
I may seem unapproachable
But that's only to the boys who don't have the right approach or ride
That makes a girl like me wanna hop in and roll
People think it's intimidating when a girl is cool with her sexuality
I'm a 180 to the stereotype girls like staying home and being innocent
I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all my thoughts, they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls, I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way I am, sexy, naughty, bitchy me
My mouth never takes a holiday
I always shock with the things I say
I was always the kid in school who turned up to each class 'bout an hour late
And when it comes to the guys, I'd lay
I'd always pick the ones who won't figure out that I was clearly rebel
To the idea of monogamy

I pick all my skirts to be a little too sexy
Just like all my thoughts, they always get a bit naughty
When I'm out with my girls, I always play a bit bitchy
Can't change the way!

I like all my shorts to be a little too shorty
Unlike all my guys, I like 'em tall and how they put me against the wall.
I love all my nights to end a little bit nasty.

Reflection's and thoughts

Hello everyone hope you all are doing well? My post before this one was a bit of a brain dump for me; I just needed to clear my head of all the thoughts that were going around.

If that post seemed a bit all over the place, I do apologize, but then again, this is my blog. I write the content for the blog, so if some posts are a bit all over the place, that's because I am all over the place in my thoughts, but I need to get them out somehow.

I have always been a true believer in using a book to just braindump in, and then when you feel like you are finished,  just close the book, put it back on the shelf, and just leave with it. That has been something that has genuinely helped me in my struggle, and I still do it today.

In my Last Post, I talked about how second life feels foreign to me, saying that that feeling is slowly. Still, surely I have my ideas on what was causing me to feel that way, but yet I can't really pinpoint it still. Still, I am just happy that it's resolving itself and going away because that was truly the strangest feeling I have ever felt in my entire life, and I'm not over exaggerating.

As I'm writing this post, I'm sitting in a charming cafe in second life. It's very calming and relaxing and helps me gather my thoughts correctly before putting them down on paper.

When I sit here, I tend to start reflecting on the past and how the past is affecting me now. Even though I don't, I want it to.

I was married in second life for, I would say, about 18 months, but The thing is, I was alone 98% of the time. I was literally married to a ghost because my second life partner was also my second partner in real life. Even though we both decided that he would not be present in second life, I still felt forced to stay married to him in second life.

Now yes, second life is virtual reality. What I could have done was just divorce him, and it would have cost me 25 lindens, but I felt that if I did that, he would have taken that as an insult because he would literally think that I would be "divorcing" him in both worlds.

Looking back on that, I should have just divorced him and been done with the whole partner in second life thingy because he wasn't even there. He didn't even care about what I was doing in second life, so every day, several times a day for 18 months, I had to explain to people why he wasn't there. There were literally people thinking that he was my alt, meaning my own second account in second life.

These past 18 months have really changed me. It has changed how I am as a person, how I deal with things how I function because I always hear his voice at the back of my head talking down to me or about me saying that I have changed so much I have moved swings, and so on and so forth.

 

When I would stand up for myself, he would almost immediately make me feel that I was dramatic or stupid, even just by how he would look at me when he was reacting to what I was saying. I know I said a couple of posts back that I wouldn't bring up something like this because it didn't belong on the Internet, but I figured I am not giving you the whole story; I'm just giving you snippets of what led me to make the decision I did.

For the first year of our relationship, it was beautiful. Everything great. He was very affectionate, loving, and so on, but the last eight months of our relationship were brutal. I think he became more relaxed, and that's when he started to show sites of himself that I genuinely didn't know he had.

It got to the point where my real-life husband said to me," OK, enough is enough kick him out. He is not respecting you, and he is not respecting your wishes, and I won't stand by watching you be treated like this."

 Before it all came down to this, I had really tried so hard, so hard to make it work because I genuinely believed It would get better between Him and me, but it never did. It got worse and worse.

I want to clarify I am not talking about my real-life husband here; I'm talking about somebody I met in my second life, and we decided to take our relationship to the real world. Yes, my husband was perfectly OK with this, Because we are Polyamorous!

So again, I am not talking about my real-life husband, my real-life husband, and I have a rock-solid marriage.

Looking back on it all, I should have ended it as soon as I felt that something was not sitting right with me. I should have ended it when I saw him change right before my eyes, but I didn't.

Slowly I'm getting back to myself, but to be honest, it's going to take me a while, but I guess you have to start somewhere.

/Tessa

second life is so foreign to me Now.

 Hi everyone, it's me, Tessa. I hope everyone is doing well this evening. Sorry for not updating again, but real life has kind of taken priority, but today I felt like I needed to braindump about what's going on in second life for me. After all, this is primarily a second-life blog, but as you all know, I blend the two lives like no other.

If you have read my previous blog post, you all know that I finally got divorced in second life about, I would say, a month ago or maybe a month and a half. I don't really know, and that is something I don't dwell upon, really.

But I have had these weird feelings ever since I got the divorce. It feels like second life is so foreign to me at the moment. I'm meeting people left-right, but they all have this weird reaction to the fact that I have a real-life husband. Don't get me wrong, I've dealt with that comment in the past, and I have found myself explaining why my real-life husband is OK with the fact that I am in second life and I have sexual relations with people.

I was hanging out with somebody today, and I was pretty happy with the way things were progressing between the person and me. We started talking more about sexual things, and the person was like, "oh, is that your husband in real life?" I responded by yes, it is. and the person just said," Oh, OK, cool, but I wouldn't want to mess around with somebody else's wife regardless if he is OK with it or not."

I just said there dumbfounded because it's second life sure, I know about plenty of marriage is going wrong because of second life but let's be honest if a marriage breaks apart, do too one or the other meeting somebody in second life the person has probably felt like they wanted out a long time before second life came around.

When it comes to me and second life, I feel like I am just walking on eggshells for some reason, as if second life was something new to me. I don't know why I have this feeling, and I don't know if it ever will go away or ever be the same again the way I looked at taking a life before.

Let me just get something out of the way before I continue being a wheelchair user in second life has not changed end it will never change I am just waiting for my new wheelchair to be done and for the new wheelchair to be distributed across second life.

In all honesty, my personality has done a complete 180 from the way it was before I got together with the man who would later become my second life husband and also my second partner in real life. Before I met him, I was really flirty, I was really outgoing, I made people laugh, made people happy, I was really sexual, I was going out places in second life and all of that. Still, it's like I don't feel comfortable going out in second life be talkative in second life, or being flirty with somebody. I am still wanting to be sexual, and that's something that will never ever change. Still, it's like I'm second life, virgin trading on new territory.

I didn't realize how much of a personality change he did on me. I don't know what's going on; I just know it feels fucking Strange.

This might come across in the wrong way, but I don't really care. But I want to feel wanted attractive sought after. It shouldn't come down to whether I have a real-life husband or not. This is virtual reality, and whether I have a real-life husband or not should not even enter your mind.

There's even a segment of my husband in my picks explaining how he sees second life and so much more that should be enough for anyone.

I have so many decisions to make these coming days my brain is just exploding. I just hope that my feelings regarding second life and everything I've written about get better.

♥Tessa♥

I want you!...

 

I know I have been a little quiet about the blog, but the 3 part series about my disability took a lot out of me, and I have had a lack of drive to write. But now, I am going to try to get back into the groove. 

I guess I better catch you all up briefly before I start.

At the end of summer, I decided to end my second Life Relationship. A lot is behind my decision, and it's personal. Although I am VERY  open about my real life and second life, this is one thing I will keep off the internet.

It has taken me a little time to get back to myself, but now I feel very refreshed and ready to have fun again.

I have discovered that a lot of my "play partners" have suddenly got bitten by the " I am Married now" bug, and I just felt so fed up, so I have decided to make a personal ad of sorts because I need a fresh wind of people in my second life.

What you need to know is I am polyamorous in Second life as well as real-life.

"Polyamory is the exercise, desire, or ability for several simultaneous love relationships, with the consent of all involved."

I am polyamorous, but that does not mean I want to have 3somes or anything of that sort, and I do not want to know of any of your potential sexual partners or relationships you might have. When you are with me, you are with me, and things you do when not with me are up to you.

What I am looking for in a play partner:

I have a VERY HIGH sex drive, and I mean VERY HIGH, so I would love it if you had the same sex drive.

Usually, looks do not matter, but in second life, looks are important because that is the first thing you see and are part of the other person's attraction. Please don't look like a newbie.

I will voice verify you: I have gone through a lot of shit during my 11 years in second life, and I want to make sure I don't run into any of the assholes on their alts. Meaning there are people with multiple second-life accounts.

I am looking for a very romantic man, affectionate, loving, and as I have said, it is a massive plus If you have a very high sex drive.

My turn on's?

Read here

Are you the one looking for?

Leave a comment on this blog post or the Flickr post.

I have a Real-life sweet spot for men in uniform

Cops

IMT's

Firefighter

army. 

 So if you work in any of those fields.... *GRINS*.

I hope to hear from you soon.

♥ Tessa Blackwood♥

 

♿How my Disability affects my body♿ Part3

 If you have not read Part one or part two, please go back and read them before this part. Thank you♥

That was actually the second surgery in my life. When I was 6 months old, I believe my first was done, but I am unsure.

I was born with 2 inguinal hernias

One on each side of my body 

Indirect inguinal hernias. These occur when the inguinal canal fails to close before birth. The hernia may appear in a male's scrotum or skin fold when opening a female's vagina. This is the most common type of inguinal hernia. And it may occur at birth or later in life. Indirect hernias are more common in males

but women of all ages can get them.

I want to be very clear about something before I move on,

No, they were not testicles. They were hernias, my mom even asked.

In part 2, you would have read about my second surgery when I was 7, so let's skip ahead a little.

My mom has never treated me any different from other kids, so let me tell you about how I was different from other kids (you are allowed to laugh)

I was 5 years old, and I had just gotten my first wheelchair. I was so excited! I wanted to show it to my grandma and grandpa, who lived across the road from us.

My mom and I went over, and my mom told me to wait at the bottom of the staircase while she went to get grandma and grandpa. I waited and waited. To my right, there was a staircase down to the basement, and being 5 years old, I suddenly had the idea to see if my wheelchair could go down a staircase.

I wheeled myself closer and closer to the edge until I suddenly started to tumble down headfirst. Of course, my mom came running and saw me lying at the bottom of the stairs with the wheelchair on top of me, unconscious.

The next thing I remember is waking up in the ambulance with a broken arm and a very severe concussion, at which point I just said, " can I do that again?"

I think my mom knew from that moment on I would be her little "trouble maker."

Fast forward to when I was 14 years old. I underwent my first major surgery on my left hip. My left hip had dislocated about two years before my actual surgery, so I was in an extreme amount of pain for two years. I was in and out of hospital almost three times a week because I was in so much pain. One of our neighbors actually called the cops because she thought that my mom was hitting me. That's how loud I screamed whenever she tried to dress me or undress me, basically whenever she tried to do anything with me.

I think the surgery took about five to six hours. I'm not sure, but afterward, the doctor told me that the hip joint and the socket had rubbed against each other for all this time, so my hip joint was not around a ball anymore it basically was just a stick.

So, of course, he removed it and told me that I shouldn't have any other issues.

I went home the recovery with pretty OK, but then I started to feel this shooting extreme pain in my left hip again, and I was thinking to myself, what the fuck? There is no hip there, so why am I in this extreme amount of pain again?

So that started the whole process of being in and out of hospitals for two years straight again until the doctor that performed the first surgery on my left hip basically said to me that my femur is no rubbing against the socket where my hip joint had previously been.

He said, "I probably should have removed more bone, to begin with. I'm sorry."

I just looked at him and said, what happened to “do no harm?”

And I promise you, the moment I said that his face went completely white, and he didn't know how to respond.

He scheduled me for another surgery, but unfortunately, I had to wait so long that he was no longer practicing at that hospital, so another surgeon performed the surgery. I actually begged her to take as much bone as she needed because I couldn't take this pain anymore.

She ended up taking away about 10 centimeters of my femur to make sure that there was no bone whatsoever rubbing against the socket of my hip.

I should mention that both of the doctors informed me that by doing these surgeries, I most likely would never be able to walk even if I tried.

My thought process around this was that the surgery that was performed on me when I was seven years old already fucked my chances of ever walking, but there was still a chance, with my hip surgeries, that slim chance would basically be gone, but I just couldn't take the pain anymore, so I said yes do whatever you need to do.

So this is actually a very accurate picture of what my hip looks like. As you can imagine, my left leg is much shorter than my right leg, and my left leg is much smaller in terms of muscle mass.

My leg is kind of held together by muscle and tendons.

It kind of just hangs or lays depending on what I am doing.

It hurts if you put the leg into "wrong" Positions; otherwise, I have full feeling in my leg.

Perhaps the most difficult and the biggest hurdle I have ever had in my life came in 2004 and was completed in 2005

2004 I was diagnosed with scoliosis. Scoliosis is where the spine twists and curves to the side.

By this point in my life, I was so sick of doctors and hospitals in general that when I found out that I had yet another diagnosis, I kind of just yelled to myself, "come on, give me a break, give me a fucking break!"

I told him straight away that I didn't want any surgery whatsoever, but he told me that the curvature of my spine was so severe that I had no other option but surgery.

This is actually the X-ray of my back, or rather my spine back in 2014, now I'm not really sure what Cobb stands for, but I imagine it stands for how big the curve of the spine is.

A normal spine is supposed to go straight up and straight down. As you can see, my spine decided to become a race track.

I started to prepare myself to undergo this major surgery that would change my life forever. They would put two metal rods going up my back together with about 10 screws so they would basically fuse my spine into a permanent position.

This is my spine. After 10 hour surgery, the metal rods are in place and I have bone fragments from a cadaver between three of my vertebrae's

The rods go from C6 in my neck all the way down to my pelvis where it is screwed in place so I will never be able to go through natural childbirth, it would have to be via C-section.

The hardest part about this surgery was not the metal rods in their selves, it was actually the 200 staples in my back that were the hardest to deal with after the 200 staples were taken out. The recovery was quite speedy.

Before I got to go home from the hospital, the doctors told my mom that I would probably be bedridden for about six months. My mom just looked at the doctor and said, you don't know my daughter.

What should have taken six months to a year took Me 2 months to completely recover from.

After my recovery, I started to feel this pain in my back whenever I would move. So the whole thing with hospitals started up again.

the doctors couldn't figure out what was hurting me so badly, so one day, I had enough, and I asked my doctor if I could take a look at my X Ray,

He kinda just smiled and laughed, but he said OK, sure.

my mum wheeled me into the room, and it took me about 10 seconds to find the problems on my X-ray, I pointed to the last screw on my right side, and I asked him where is that located, and he looked up at my back, and he touched to the spot where I was hurting, and he just said well I'll be damned.

So yet again, I was put on the waiting list for surgery as soon as possible that took a year.

My doctor said that the surgery would go quite quickly because they only needed to open me up and take out the sprue or replace it with a shorter one.

So I didn't think much of it, really.

The surgery was supposed to take 45 minutes. When I woke up I found out that 45 minutes turned into five hours.

today after the doctor told me that my bone was so hard that he had to physically put his whole weight onto the screwdriver for it to even loosen.

I also had to have two blood transfusions.

After the last surgery, I made the decision to not undergo in the other surgery ever again except for life with threatening ones because The more you get operated on, the longer the recovery time is, and it also takes a toll on your body every time you have to do it.

I think this concludes the little mini-series of how my disability affects my body. Thank you for reading this far I really appreciate it! I hope you have a better understanding and perhaps a little bit more knowledge.

/Tessa

💋My Turn on's💋

 Hi everyone! Hope all is well with you.

Today I thought I'd do a quick but fun post about what actually turns me on and what turns me the fuck off. If you have been reading my blog, you would know that I blend second life and real-life like a mixer because I see no point separating them. This goes for both worlds.

Let's get to the juicy parts, shall we?

I will "List" in no particular order, so here we go.💋

I should also say that the names for these, I have made.

The "Hi baby, hug."

Let me set the mood:

So you are standing(or sitting) in the kitchen, doing dishes, maybe when you suddenly feel your man's arms going around your waist, he steps closer, whispering softly in your ear, "hi baby, mmmm I'm home, how was your day?" 

You turn your head slightly as he kisses the side of your face, as you softly respond.

He starts to sway softly from side to side with you in his arms. 💋💋💋💋💋💋

The "melt Kissing the neck."

mood:

You turn your head slightly as he kisses the side of your face, as you softly respond. He listens while stroking your arms with his hands. Finally, he moves his lips down to the side of your neck. your head falls back onto his other shoulder  as he softly lets out, "mmm missed you." 💋💋💋💋💋💋

The "God I have missed you kiss" version 1

I barely have to write the mood for this one but:

Your man comes home from work, throwing the keys on the side table. "Baby?" walking fast "babe? Are you home? Oh, there you are. He walks up behind you in seconds. He grabs your hair, pulling your head back for a kiss. His other hand cups your chin and throat softly. 💋💋💋💋💋💋

The "God I have missed you kiss" version 2

Mood:

You have just shut the door to the closet for bed sheets.

You lock eyes with your man as he comes through the door. He smiles softly as he walks to you. he cups your head in his hands, and he kisses you very slow, breaking the kiss whispering to your lips, "God, I have missed you." 💋💋💋💋💋💋

the "Belly Kissing."

Mood:

You have just put on the new lingerie set that you bought. Your man comes into the bedroom, his jaw drops, and his mouth gives a silent "Holey shit, wow."

You blush softly at his reaction. He goes down to his knees, softly and slowly, he kisses down your belly. 💋💋💋💋💋💋

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Now it's time for the more.... how do I put it? the more? "in the bedroom turn on's" so if you don't want to know or see thank you for reading this far♥

KISSING in all forms is a big must for me, slow, deep "back of the head pushed into the pillow kissing" Yes! 💋💋💋💋💋💋

WHISPERINGS 

During the " hi, baby hug" or in bed while making love, during kissing, cuddling, and whispers against lips or close to lips. 💋💋💋💋💋💋

"My Queen." LICKING PUSSY

Please, to ALL men reading this post!

STOP LICKING THE PUSSY SO FAST!

ALOT of girls may like it fast, but for ME, Slow is the way

TAKE YOUR TIME 

EVEN in Second Life. 💋💋💋💋💋💋

 

"My King,"  Blow job.

I absolutely love Blow jobs! Especially when he holds my hair or pulls it.

It makes me feel so sexy and slutty but in such a sexy way.

When the man is very vocal moaning, growling, dirty talking about me simultaneously, it makes it even better! 💋💋💋💋💋💋¨

"Protein shake-Cum in mouth."

I searched for a photo or a gif that was not so....." Disgusting" looking, but no.

And to be honest, that is more of a Turn off than a turn-on for me. That's not to say that I won't do it sometimes. I will.

I think I will make an updated "My favorite sex positions" blog post. In the meantime, I have linked  that post

stay tuned *lip bite*

/Tessa

♥SHE IS THE FIRST♥ Dovely. poses!

 I don't really know how to start this blog post. I am kind of at a loss for words, which does not happen very often, to say the least.

So much has happened over the last few days, that even I have a hard time believing that it's actually happening.

A friend even told me, "Do you even realize you are actually SecondLife famous?"

I laughed it off a little, but he said, " I am not joking." I could hear how serious he was by the tone of his voice. So I just went quiet for a bit.

in my head, I went, "holy crap!"

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I think I was a week into being a full-time wheelchair user in second life when the creator behind the brand Dovely Messaged me I was actually out and about shopping.

She asked me what kind of poses I missed having as a wheelchair user in second life, and boy did I have a lot to say.

It did not take her long to say, " I am going to make poses, and I am going to make them free so that more people can have the ability to be in a wheelchair in second life without feeling that they are missing out."

I was floored and overwhelmed by her willingness to take time out from her busy schedule to do poses not only for me but for every single person that has chosen to be in a wheelchair in Second Life for whatever reason.

From that day on. She and I have been working closely together. I have been looking up sample photos on google, making sure to have a good blend of poses and, more importantly never before seen poses.

That was a challenge in itself because, sadly, wheelchair photography is not easy to come across, even in real life.

After a long process, I can now, TODAY! Present you THE FIRST EVER Pose packs for wheelchair users in Second Life!

Now! Before everyone goes crazy over the fact that the wheelchair is not in the packs, dove rose needs to do the avsitter for them in the chair. AFTER She has done so, You will get updated packs with the chair!♥

SECONDLY, Yes, these packs are for females BUT! If you think dove and I are stopping after 2 packs, you are wrong!

We are going to do

Couples

Male

Adult 

Pose packs

so calm down, people♥

these 2 pose packs that are out NOW at dovely's store are for FREE and work perfectly fine for people that use two legs♥

They also come with thick versions so that people with delicious curves can use them.

So please, please head over to dovely's store and pick up the packs!!

Dove rose, you hold a special place in my heart. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. This is just the start!

/Tessa

♥Bit by Bit♥

 

Feeling my way through the darkness

Guided by a beating heart

I can't tell where the journey will end

But I know where to start.

Hi everyone hope you all are doing well. I am.

When I decided to be a wheelchair user in my second life, I had no idea how much of an impact I would make on people by going around in second life.

 

It is proof that you don't need a huge thing to make people stop and think.

I have met so many people telling me how brave I am and how much it has made them stop and think. Some people even tell me that I have changed their life. 

Every single one of them keeps me going, solidifying that what I am doing is changing second life bit by bit.

I have never in my life been more driven, been more motivated, and passionate.

It is all because of people like you!

What happened today solidified yet again that what I am doing is what I am spouse to be doing.

I was going around Second life getting my daily shopping done when I suddenly get an IM that imdietly brings a big smile to my face.

09:50] Person: Sorry to bother you, but I saw you and was like, squeee, that's her! I just a couple days ago came across you on I don't recall if it was flicker or SL Reddit. It was a post about your chair and dancing in it, and I thought that was so freaking awesome. So When I saw you, I just had to reach out and give you a properly socially distanced hug! :)

[09:53] Tessa Blackwood: HIIIIII!!!It was on my Flickr. Thank you so so much!!! you never bother, if someone tells you that, they are not worth it, this means a lot to me

[09:54] Tessa Blackwood: I do have a blog also it is in my picks

[09:56] Person: Oh good. I'm glad it was ok. You just never know, or at least I don't, so sometimes I say nothing and wish I had. I have it open right now, actually! Thank you for the reply. have a wonderful weekend.

[09:59] Tessa Blackwood: You too♥

[10:05] Tessa Blackwood: excuse me, can I take your IM and put it in a blog post? I won't show your name.

[10:05] person: oh gosh, absolutely, feel free. Thank you for asking ♥

[10:06] Tessa Blackwood: thank you so much

[10:06] person: I looked on your blog for some way to send you a gift, but I didn't see one, and I want to, because you know we love to shop! So I hope it's ok that I send you this...

[10:06] Second Life: person paid you L$♥♥♥

[10:07] person: for shopping, helping to make disability in SL and ability, whatever you'd like. xo

[10:07] Tessa Blackwood: Omg! I can't take this! oh, are you sure?

[10:08] person: absolutely sure!

[10:08] Tessa Blackwood: thank you so much. I don't know what to say

[10:09] person: you, your blog, what you're doing says all I need to hear, babe. Enjoy!

The persons' last response made me break into tears of joy, of course, but also an overwhelming sense of "I am really making a difference."

I just kept repeating it over and over in my head "It's happening. I am doing it."

even my Real-life husband got teary-eyed witch says a lot♥

to the person from today, THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart

To all of my friends, thank you for lifting me up, letting me be me with no questions. I love you!

To All the equality fighters of Second life Never stop, never quit, Never give up.

/Tessa Blackwood

My Mission♥

 Hi everyone, I hope all is well, and if it's not, please feel better soon.

Today it is exactly 58 days since I decided to become a wheelchair user in second life.

In those 58 days, I have grown so much as a person. I hold my head high, and I even talk differently because I have a mission.

Mission: To make the second life virtual reality platform be the first platform to have the ability and resources. If a person wants to be a wheelchair user or "showcase " their rl disability, they can without feeling like an oddity.

Right now, the way I see it is that being able to "showcase" your disability in second life it is kind of frowned on because, in second life, anything other than "perfect" is odd. Much like the real, but instead of avatars and pixels being photoshopped, it's humans.

WAKE UP!!!

There is no such thing as perfect! YOU have to make YOUR version of perfect

God didn't create us to be the same!

It's called Individuality.

I have met some truly amazing people that I have partnered up with to make the small steps towards Disability being an ability in second life.

If you want something to happen, be the start!

This is truly my biggest passion, and I won't stop until many people worldwide have heard my voice because I am the voice for those who don't have one.

In 58 days, I have seen changes altho small, but they are there.

I cant wait to see what's to come.

"If it makes you happy, 

it doesn't have to make sense to anyone else."

table, flowers, and mirror 

THS - DEMI-LUNE ACCENT TABLE SET - MAHOGANY M/C

Letterboard

floorplan. leaning letterboard / happy

/Tessa