I only went down there to help out a tired friend selling clothes…but it turned out to be an interesting day.
“What I do in my bedroom is my business.”
- ‘Extreme images’ which result in serious injury to a person’s anus, breasts or genitals.
- Is grossly offensive, disgusting or obscene.
- Has been produced principally for the purpose of sexual arousal. (Love this one!)
Leaflets were scattered around, produced by The Spanner Trust, giving advice and solicitors numbers in case of arrest.
“The whipmaster has been delayed due to traffic on the M25. The workshop will take place as soon as he arrives.”
I am impressed by the sheer craftwork involved in some of the goods for sale. Zahira’s Boudoir makes chokers, bags and jewellery in intricately punched leather, giving a feminine lacey effect to a material that is usually associated with butchness. Zahira herself spends weeks making each item. She is an Aquarian as were many of the other people I spoke to, confirming previous observations (here) on the astrology of sexual ‘deviance’.
They also had nipple jewellery. Looking at the star shaped pieces, I mentioned Janet Jackson.
“Oh yes our ‘Janet Jackson’ is a popular item.”
It appears that this is what Janet will be remembered for.
I saw a demonstration at a stall which sold restored vintage ‘violet wands’, a Tesla based technology which administers a mild electric stimulus to the skin. Nick was administering this to a large girl, starting on her arm and progressing to her nipples. The girl had a beatific smile on her face.
“I’m a pain slut” she said. “This is good pain.”
The sensation is mildly unpleasant to start with, like being stung by a bee. It’s a sweet and sour experience. But afterwards you feel quite refreshed and stimulated, energetic.
“How long do the welts last?” I asked. “Oh, 4 or 5 days” she said proudly.
The other girl’s scars were just raised lines where she had been whipped.
“This is all I get,” she lamented “I don’t bruise either”.
Later, back at the clothes stall, a timid looking pale young man with greased down hair and moist blue eyes is looking for a Halloween dress. He picks a Dynasty-style 80’s frock with padded shoulders.
“I’m quite new to the scene” he says “they thought I was a sub. But I’m not you know. I’m evil, I am”.
Afterwards people went to the after-party in a pub. I didn’t go. It does however bring new meaning to the phrase “Who’s for a whip round?”