From: [email protected]
Subject: Was: Re: inner circles. Now: Campfire Circle
Date: 23 Dec 91 09:02:58 GMT
From Nurse Jones,
There has been talk of inner circles and secret handshakes. I don't
think so. I lurked from the days of Saltgirl until a few months ago
and then just kind of wandered in. I'm a relative latecomer here and
feel like I was welcomed with open arms without any hesitation. In the
real.world I only know one person who posts here, and he doesn't know
anybody else so I'm hardly a member of an inner circle, but I have the
feeling that if I knocked on the door at a party where the "regulars"
were playing and told them I was Nurse Jones, I would feel the same
warmth I sense through the Net.
In fact, when I went to the Valdosta party, I was primed for that kind
of encounter. My heart was pounding when we rang the doorbell. It
didn't happen, but it was a good party anyway.
The point is, I think there are just groups of people that happen, by
geographic or other coincidence, to know each other in the real.world.
And those that haven't met yet.
If there is any special group of people, it is the "founding
fathers/mothers". The ones (I percieve) that have guided the
attitudes, started the threads, and given sound advice and good ideas.
The experienced ones.
-*-
An excerpt from "Adventures in v-town,"
the sequel to the "Flaming of Nain,
or Nurse Jones Gets Tough"
appearing soon, in serial form...
The Shining Armor Brigade sat in a circle around the campfire, faces
lit from below by glowing embers. With the meal over they were in
groups of two or three, blankets over their shoulders, watching the
coals dance, dreaming their dreams, waiting for sleep to come, not
caring if it did.
Nurse Jones sat on her heels by the fire and poked the coals with
Elf's sword. She was feeling nostalgic, and she slid over to sit at
the feet of averti, resting her chin on his knee. The flames flickered
to life and revealed three faces flanking averti: Elf, STella, and
Ctan. They look down on the nurse, a firelit Mount Rushmore of
perversion.
"Tell us a story," said the nurse, "about the old days. The days
before Saltgirl. How far back do you go? What are your earliest
memories of the Net? Of ASB?"
"I'm no guru," growled averti. He sounded like he had rocks in his
throat.
"I'm not kidding," said the nurse, "I want to hear this."
"Hmph." Averti raised one speculative eyebrow at her.
"Please?"
"Well..."
WELL?
Is there anyone who remembers the first day of ASB? The premier post?
Nurse Jones,
who's been to the mountain,
scratched graffiti in the foothills,
and waits for the gurus to tell a story
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