Here's part of the episode plot description: "Miranda introduces Charlotte to a
very special vibrator called 'The Rabbit,' which turns Charlotte into a
recluse."
C was quite curious about it and asked why it was called a Rabbit. While not
detailing how I knew (previous US relationship) I explained that it was
designed by those crafty inventive, kinky Japanese. It includes a basic shaft
and a special clit stimulator in the shape of a cute little bunny. The bunny's
ears wiggle frantically and voila!
She was intrigued and I said I'd heard of sex shop in Shenzhen that might carry
them. In order to find it, though, I had to ask a coworker, a cheerful English
lesbian who speaks fluent Chinese, hangs out in Shenzhen often and loves to
talk about having sex with women. We have some great conversations.
After a few false starts and misdirections, and some additional help from my
pal James The Temple Guy who, as it happens, lives about two blocks from the
shop, I found it next to a large KFC. Inside the lone female clerk seemed a
trifle startled at seeing a foreign barbarian male browsing through the
assorted phallic, multi-colored toys, which were tastefully displayed like
museum pieces on glass shelves spot-lit by mini-beams.
She spoke no English and I didn't know the Chinese word for "rabbit" but after
about 5 minutes I spotted a pink model ("The Love Bunny!") that appeared to be
a serviceable and affordable knockoff of the original which - according to my
Internet browsing - retails for about USD $80-$120. This one cost about USD
$15.
Good saleswoman that she was, she also tried to interest me in several other
products, including lube, electric ben-wah balls, a beaded pull cord and a
mini-vibrator as well as extra batteries. About the only thing she didn't try
to sell me was a warranty, but I left only with what I'd come for.
Suffice to say C was delighted and has not become a recluse. We've used it
together, over the phone and she says she enjoys it solo, though not as much as
"when we touch together." "Feeding the rabbit" has become a code phrase in the
Shenzhen Love Shack and it's one fat bunny.
She spread the Good Word to a single girlfriend and coworker who was also
curious. And I was off once more to the sex shop because "it would be shameful
for a woman to be seen in there." The saleswoman did not appear shamed to be
seen selling another one, though I think she was wondering why I needed it.
A week or so passed and C told me that her friend was ecstatic and had also
told another friend and, by the way....would I, could I?
By this time I began to feel like a missionary in pre-revolutionary China who'd
suddenly struck gold passing out Bibles and spiritual tracts. Another trip to
the Randy Rabbit Hutch and this time the beaming clerk was reaching for a fresh
'Wascally Wabbit' almost before I'd cleared the doorway.
No further requests have been immediately forthcoming, but I'm immensely
pleased to have been the Lord's instrument to further spread western decadence
and pleasure throughout the People's Republic.
Copyright 2006, Asian Sex Gazette and Justin Davis.
