The Dreamwalker Leather Family

Today I am pleased and hon­ored to announce the Dreamwalker Leather Family.

In it are three beau­ti­ful souls, three huge, warm, beat­ing hearts, three incred­i­ble, car­ing, real, loyal, vibrant, elec­tric women.

And me.

And I love these women. Indi­vid­u­ally and col­lec­tively. Truly and whole-​heartedly.

I love sushi_​wa for being so sweet and giv­ing and hav­ing the bright­est smile and for always cheer­ing me up. Always play­ful, always inquis­i­tive, always stoked about some­thing, always mis­chie­vous, impos­si­ble to be mad at, our own Irish Yenta; she has the largest heart on the block and I adore her so much.

My dear­est sushi_​wa, you are the ray of sun­shine that not even the stormi­est cloud can break; you always brighten my day. I make claim on you.

I love Shi­donae for telling me to go to bed, for car­ing so deeply and always wor­ry­ing about me and for teach­ing me so much about myself and about what I am and what I am capa­ble of. Always pre­pared to kick my ass, she has the wicked-​est imag­i­na­tion this side of Oz and is fear­less enough to tell a red-​blooded sadist (that would be me) her evilest ideas and I treasure her so much.

My dear­est Shi­donae, every time I see you I hear the howl of kin wolves ser­e­nad­ing the full moon; you always soothe me. I make claim on you.

And I love Khan­droma for bring­ing light and sparkles and joy and happi­ness into my life, show­ing me what grace under pres­sure really looks like and that the sweet­est heart can also be the strongest and most coura­geous. Always radi­ant, always giv­ing, always excited and gig­gly, her soul wraps around every­one she touches and I cherish her so much.

My dear­est Khan­droma, you always land in my lap out of nowhere, squeal­ing “Wheeee;” you always show up and you call me to do the same. I make claim on you.

We have cho­sen to acknowl­edge the warmth and joy and shar­ing that is already tak­ing place when­ever we talk and laugh and cry together. It is a way for all of us to announce that we care for each other and about each other and that we share the same val­ues. They belong to me and I belong to them. We belong together.

Our leather fam­ily does in no way dimin­ish our present and future indi­vid­ual rela­tion­ships with other peo­ple. Rather, it enhances them. If you are in a rela­tion­ship with one of us, it may help to think of the oth­ers as your leather in-​laws. We will bug you and be occa­sional nuisances but in gen­eral we are a good-​hearted bunch.

And if you knock up one of my girls, I’ll be the one bring­ing the shot­gun and the priest. Heh.

Dreamwalker