• Licensed to Wench

    By Rhiannon the Ale Wench, Wench338
    Published: August 24, 2001
    Oh, I feel so old. When I offered to contribute material for the newsletter Bethany suggested that I write an article about why I decided to join the Guild after all my years of "non-licensed" wenching.

    ALL MY YEARS! It was the summer of 1983, 15 years ago, when I sat in front of a friend's house shivering in anticipation, waiting impatiently to begin the trip to a place where I once paddled around a manmade pond in a frog shaped paddle-boat. Now I was going to oogle men in tights. Ah, men in tights.

    I didn't know it that morning but I was well on the road to Wenchdom via Tuxedo, NY. Thus began the 15 year odyssey which placed me in the loving arms of the International Wenches Guild.

    My recent decision to join the Guild happened because I purchased my first computer with Internet access in April. An acquaintance gave me the site address. Prior to this, I had little contact with other Guild members since I was more interested in the theater and craft aspects of the Faire, normally chatting only with vendors and performers. Once I saw the Local 69 site, I was so enthused that all I could say was "what a delicious group of women!" I wasted no time making contact with Lars and Alison and obtained my number (#338). I felt that since I'd been sufficiently causing a stir in men's hearts (and so many other places) for so long that getting a license was the next logical step. Of course, my "new" status is in no way a reflection on my ability or a measurement of my experience.

    In my regular life, not that any part of any of my life is or has ever been "regular," my family and friends think I've lost it. Becoming a Wench has changed my life and that of those around me. My friends look at me while I speak of the Guild as if I'm two steps away from a padded room and a straightjacket. I happily describe whose bodice laces broke while I was tightening them last weekend. I proudly advise my family of which Rogues I drank under the table. I forego weekend events at work in favor of the Faire. My family sighs; my coworkers roll their eyes, but who cares?

    Becoming an "official" Wench has changed my life for the better. I have become someone who is open to more extreme ideas, someone who is up for just about anything. I embody all the stupendous qualities that Wenches have. So what if they think I'm crackers? They reap the benefits without even knowing it.

    Becoming a Wench has changed my life at Faire as well. I find myself speaking to more people at Faire and interacting more often with Faire employees. Recognizing the Guild pins has made it possible to meet and greet so many marvelous people that I would not have singled out before. And wearing the IWG pin solicits such warm and friendly greetings it creates an absolutely scrumptious feeling. I feel more at ease wenching while knowing it's not only acceptable but often expected. Now, I actually surprise people when I blush! I think the feeling of having so many folks of like mind, so many kindred spirits, in the same place enjoying the same experiences through different eyes, is absolutely exquisite.

    I am so very enthused about being a Wench. Where else is there such a delectable group of sensual women all sharing the common thread of RenFaire, an incredible event? As much as I love Faire, it is the people involved that create the experiences I love and although I have always been a part of those experiences, I am now part of them together with a group of truly cosmic women. The wenches that I have met, both in person and on-line, are some of the most incredible creatures ever created. We have smiling eyes and mischievous grins and shiny hair. We are all stunning, each in our own way. We have a very diverse group, each woman a complete individual. We are marvelous multitalented mammas, luscious lively lovers, strong and soft and glowing and proud. We each have a set of wonderful interests and all of us have incredible lives. We're like the rings cast from stones thrown into a pool of water. We all share the same pool; we all started from the same stone, but we each have our own concentric rings. As each ring works its way outward, it crosses the rings of the others, thus giving part of ourselves to each other. We all share the Guild but each of us have our own lives and, if we are lucky, we occasionally cross into each other's. Being a member of the International Wenches Guild is probably not for everyone. But I highly recommend it you give it a try. How many places in the outside world give you a discount because you know how to give a wubby? I'm so very happy to have found you all and I wonder what being a 60 year old Wench will be like.

    Oh, and one last thing ... I will give up my pin when they pry it from my cold, dead fingers.

    (This article was reprinted from a previous issue of Wench.Org's "Our Time of the Month")