In Which Sian Defines the Term "Parthenoid"

Gynoid, n. A robot or a cyborg with feminine characteristics and anatomy, often with erotic or sexual overtones. Greek, gyne, woman.

Parthenoid, n. A robot or cyborg with feminine characteristics explicitly defined as something other than a sex object. Greek, parthenos, virgin.

We are perfect. We are beautiful. We are artificial. We have the right to make ourselves transhuman.

We are not your sex toys. We are not your porn stars. We exist for ourselves and each other.

We are something new.



Sian came across the word "parthenoid" a few years back, and was sad that it never caught on. She loves being a cyborg, and she loves wearing beautiful clothes and looking gorgeous (and these outfits by Monica Outlander's Miamai label are gorgeous), but she always feels in tension with the idea of the gynoid because no matter how you spin it, female androids and cyborgs are almost always sex objects, and even if they're supposedly emancipated, they are still basically pervy blow-up dolls. Sian doesn't want to be anyone's pervy blow-up doll.

So Sian started a group. Do you feel the same way? Search for the word "parthenoid" or find the group on Sian's profile and join.

Both Pictures
Jewellery: Sian's own

First Picture
Eye Makeup: [a.e.meth] Egyptian Glam L$100
Boots: [Miamai] Kyrie Boots L$500
Outfit: [Miamai] Grix Jacket and Hine Leggings L$600

Second Picture
Outfit: [Miamai] Eve Legacy White (includes Kyrie Boots and makeup as part of package) L$700

In Which Sian is Undiplomatic

The crew at Valhalla Station have an ambivalent relationship with the representative of the Kurzweil Emissariate. On the one hand, the cybernetically augmented Ambassador is an alien beauty, plastic perfection from the one colony where the transhuman ideal was reached.



On the other hand, she's an ice-cold pain in the arse. Nothing's ever right. None of these people are her equals. And she can't understand why you can't just mindwipe the service staff — they're all so inefficient.



Most of all, she can't understand why these unaugmented near-animals wouldn't want their planets to be Randian utopias like hers, where the ruling classes live in neurally-linked bliss and they program the workers to be the obedient cogs in the machine they should be. She tries to explain why it's the best way and the station personnel all seem to think it's ghastly. Idiots.

The military personnel, ancillary staff and other emissaries all think she's the Worst. Ambassador. Ever. But they still check her out.



Valhalla Station is Sian's roleplay venue of choice. It's pretty new, part of Lagrange Point, recently featured in the Destination Guide. Because it's new, the roles are inchoate and open to interpretation (and there aren't any furries there yet). Not as set in stone as some space RPs, not as sleazy as others, Sian recommends putting on your best space fatigues and joining in.

Outfit:
Catsuit: [Sassy!] Cybernetic Siren Military Green (L$0 Dark Future Hunt gift)
Boots: [Neurolab] Activa Black Electro L$650
Lipstick: [Nuuna's Skins] Dark Black lips, from Skittles skin bundle L$300
Eyeshadow: [Nuuna's Skins] Smokey from Tattoo Makeups 2 L$300

Visit Valhalla Station!

[Note: In other news, Sian's having trouble with Dagmar's Gender Switch challenge, for the simple reason she cannot find a decent non-white male skin for L$0. Any suugestions?]