The unfortunate combination of obligation and procrastination is impacting my ability to keep up with the blogging, so it looks like another week of delving into the sketchbook for comic art. Meh. That's not cheating, right? That's just its own form of sharing.
There were other differences as well. One of them involved those who were tied to reality and those of us who were not. Again, I fit into the latter group. Long before Second Life came on the scene, there were plenty of us involved in collaborative fantasies typed out in textual format. And some of us, recognizing that this was fantasy, chose a more dream-like and surreal approach to our fantasies. "Bungy" was a misspelling of "bungee" and references both my desire for extreme experiences (like the extreme sport of bungee jumping) and my desire for flexibility in an on-line identity. Even at that time, most gay men greeted each other in the fantasy world of on-line encounters with a request for "stats." I often gave impossible stats for my height, weight, and genitalia proportions. I could bend in impossible ways. I was stretchy, expandable, and quite very odd. And therein arose my subtitle: "Be flexible. Be strange."
Anyway, "Bungy" remains an on-line name for me. It is who I am on-line and who I have been for coming on two decades. I still haven't actually bungee jumped, but that is something that remains on my bucket list. One day. And for the record, in my head I hear the "g" as soft. I am aware that it can be pronounced with a hard "g" and be an adjective for something that smells bad. That amuses me, since so far smell is one sense we haven't added to the virtual experience. I also recently learned that "bungy" is a derogatory term for a man from Bangladesh. Who knew?