Once again, we (Zity members) staged another version of the World Wide Enema Virtual E-Fest (Version IV). I'll take credit for organizing it and it's possible that we are reaching enough of a mass of people that it can be self-sustaining. One of the advantages of planning and organizing such events is it does give people something to look forward towards; something that is "normal" in a disorienting and disoriented world (or at least normal for klismos).
Personally, when I woke up early in the morning, I felt like a can of smashed assholes. I had some muscle aches, couldn't get comfortable all night, and my resting heart rate was incredibly high (for me). Although it was possible that I had been exposed to COVID-19 through my foray to the grocery store despite my various protective measures, I had to bring myself back to what I actually did. Yes, I have been doing yard work and moving heavy bags of fertilizer, soil and seed. Yes, I had been moving furniture in the yard. It dawned on me that the muscle aches were associated with my yard activities. A couple of aspirin and the muscle aches went away. Still, I was tired from the lack of sleep.
Nonetheless, I had selected my gear and the four enemas I planned to take during our virtual E-Fest. All were going to be supplied by big bags (at least 4.5 liter capacity). The first one was going to be a soapy enema using my red bag and a black Delrin nozzle. The bat-shaped style was designed for fast flow and relative ease in retention of the nozzle. The second one was a warm water rinse supplied by one of my clear bags. Attached to the hose was my Model-B nozzle. Third one was a baking soda enema in my new blue enema bag delivered by my inflatable dog knot nozzle. For those keeping track, that would look like the USA colors of red, white, and blue (whereas the French would like to see the colors more properly displayed as blue, white, and red).
My last enema was to be 4 liters of warm coffee delivered from my black bag through my double balloon silicone nozzle. As it turns out, my eyes were bigger than my colon and the time allowed to deliver and expel these enemas. I only got through the first three. Unfortunately, I didn't start the baking soda warm enough when I mixed it up and by the time I started the liquid flowing it was too cool to comfortably take a large volume. I cut that one short at somewhere near three liters. My coffee enema would also need to wait because I had brunch duty.
We had a good crowd attending and taking their own enemas in this joint experience, something like eight or nine people were simultaneously sharing this experience and some of us were sharing pictures in near real time as our enemas progressed. Not quite the same as would occur in a real life E-Fest where we could be sharing together, but the closest thing we can approximate at this time.
Thanks to all who participated.