If you hang around me long enough, you will likely watch me take off my shirt, hold my boobies, jump up and down, and scream someone's name while they watch in abject horror (or laugh like a school girl - or some other response).
The Rockstar Salute, as it is now named, came from humble origins. There are actually three trajectories..
I was just starting to date this gentleman sadist, who shall henceforth be known as P. He seemed like a nice enough fellow - we had known each other for years from the M/s community, and we were just starting to enjoy eachother's company in a more - specific kind of way.
We arrived at our first play party we attended together, and people all over the place were saying 'P' - P's here! and the like. I thought to myself "wow - he knows a lot of people".
Then a young woman wearing panties and needled-feathers in her back came to him, jumped up and down holding her breasts and proclaimeed "P P P!"
"What's that about?" I asked.
"I'm a Rockstar," he responded.
Rigger Jay made a comment at some point about groupies and the apparent elevation of some folks in the scene to star-like status. He will, please, comment on this post for specifics, as it was a long time ago. I just remember him saying something about it.
I have a protocol with my Owner to help keep his ego in check. Often I appear insubordinate, but I am actually doing my good deeds for him.
So I put the three together - Jay's observation, P's declaration, and that young woman's salutation..
And the Rockstar Salute was born.
I have saluted many a Rockstar, and I'm happy to know that the meme has caught on, that Rockstars are now 'making' new Rockstars. A Rockstar can 'make' another Rockstar, but a random cannot make a Rockstar.
It's my meme, and I can do with it what I want, dammit!
Read on for ways you might know that you are, indeed a Rockstar