This blog is going to take a 2 day hiatus in respect and rememberance to one of my dearest friends’ passing.
A few years ago, Dave Annis told me of his favorite client…someone who had been there to buy customs from Dave in good times and bad. I introduced myself, sent a few samples of my work to him…and the rest just happened. He ordered from me…oh, LORD how he ordered from me. 🙂 But the one thing that held the truest in our relationship that went from customer/client to friends to BEST friends to brothers was both of our gifts for gab. He would call me every day at 9 am…whatever the reason (ordering, checking status on his latest order, what have you)…or just to chew the fat or “bend my ear into a pretzel” as he liked to call it. 🙂 We would talk for HOURS. EVERY day.
He referred to himself as a “Bondage Historian”; and in the conversations, it was easy to see that it was an earned title…he knew ALL of us riggers, it seemed. Jay Edwards, Dominic Wolfe, “The Short Fuse Boys”, as he liked to call them…if there was somebody out there tying a girl up, my friend was likely there, buying up copies of it. 🙂 His joy and passion was bondage…it was easy to see this; he loved all the girls, he loved us guys doing the work…his was a heart that was completely open and there for anyone in the field.
Those blasted vibrators. 🙂 I say that with respect and reverance…he was the one ordering the customs with me placing the vibes tied into the crotchropes. I understood it…I still think it works, despite my critics giving me playful shit about it (lol), and they were his passion, along with a deep seeded love of high heel black pumps…with pointed toes; the pointier the better. 🙂 I’ll still put one into the crotch ropes occasionally…with him solely on my mind and out of respect for him when I do.
Stacie Snow and Candle Boxxx were his two favorites…he never could decide between the two…lol.
I’m now doing what we all do when we mourn the passing of family…crying my eyes out and knowing that he’s gone to a much better place. It’s funny; I don’t have any Kleenex in my apartment right now, so I went to get one of my bandannas for wiping away the tears and grabbed a grey one…I bought those specifically for his customs as that was his favorite color. Like I’ve been saying to those who know me best, he’s prolly knocking back drinks with Klaw and Willie right now…and letting them teach him how to rig and doing so on Bettie Page. 😀 This year, we were gonna meet at FetishCon; cancer said something else entirely. He was so EAGER to meet me…and to sample my favorite drink, a White Russian. Kahlua makes the drink in bottle form now and sells them in 6 packs with bottles that hold a shot glass’ worth of the drink each…I’m gonna buy a six pack (and JUST a 6 pack, my readers, don’t worry about me slipping into despair and alcohol) and drink it in tribute to him. He ended many a conversation between us by saying, “Have a White Russian on me, pal.”…I intend to do just that now. 🙂
Rest in Peace, my dear dear friend, DS.
(The pics that follow are from his customs with me.)