Dancing for Dollars
I have been playing Second Life, a virtual reality environment (I'm not sure it's a game), which reminds me of The Sims, except it's played over the Internet. You design your own avatar, within a set of basic paramters (mine is a hunk called Brick who is apt to break into an embarrassing series of muscle poses, which impress no-one).
Unlike in The Sims, you can fly and teleport. You get a limited amount of currency (Linden Dollars) to begin with, although you can pay for more, or "earn" it by hanging out at so-called "camping chairs", which often involve dancing on little podiums. Money lets you buy property or customise your avatar - it's not uncommon to see cat-people wandering around. Sex also occurs in Second Life, and for gay men there are various places, like "Club Steam" where you can get up to allsorts with numerous hot strangers without having to leave your own sofa. It's impossible to get hurt in Second Life (except maybe a bit humiliated if someone ignores you), but there is a scary zone called Jessie (!) for people who want to hunt or be hunted, where you can be hurt or even killed. Make sure you get yourself a gun if you want to pay Jessie a visit.
Last night I ended up at a beautifully designed futuristic auditorium with dozens of others. It looked like something out of Star Wars. Someone was playing a piano concerto and we all listened and clapped appreciatively at the end. I tried dancing for dollars but didn't make any. I was going to visit Club Steam but realised that it would be a futile and somewhat embarrassing endeavour - my avatar only has a little bump, like a Ken Doll - you have to buy a penis from one of the many shops. I tried hunting round one of the many malls, but couldn't afford one. Back to the podium I guess.