Just Reminiscing

 

Now that the Violet Wand Guild website is operational again, it got me thinking back along its history.  I think there may be few who remember how it got its start when a commercial violet wand company (who shall remain nameless this time) was training and certifying demonstrators and their company repairmen.  I got a nice little certificate too.  That was about 2003. 

Within three years after that, the Guild had taken on a life of its own.  Then another three years passed and it suffered a setback.  Now I hope, as many do, to see it thrive again.

 

With anything that lasts very long, whether its a person, or an organization or business or even a building, it will cycle through phases of forward movement and setbacks.  The Guild may not ever be exactly like it was, but then again, nothing stays the same.

 

And so I am recalling the very first time that I saw a violet wand.  It was a tiny house-party in a middle-class suburb—a ‘munch’ that had been arranged through a USENET group.  ‘Munch’ was a term that originated from some lesbian slang for a meeting and like many other things gay-lesbian or otherwise alternative, it transferred into the new!  exciting!  world of B DSM.  (That’s a whole another set of stories, where many of the parameters we use to refer to, or engage in B-DSM, and what to call BDS-M, came from on USENET.)

 

It was one of the earliest blood-red Erotec wands, without an on-board on-off button, without that thick wide rubber band that held the button down, and with a thinner plastic casing than we find on them today.  Someone had machined a Wartenberg pinwheel to fit inside it.  In the dark, a spray of purple rays came from this wheel in a glowing halo.  This wasn’t a serious play party, by no means, but a foray from the virtual socialization into a real setting, so other than stroke it down some arms,  nothing else was done.  I was still fascinated by it, and set to sniffiing it down even more hungrily than men go after bacon, or beef jerky or fried chicken skin.

 

When you are bitten, you know it.

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