13th Collarversary
September 19, 1998. It was a Saturday evening at the now defunct Hawkwood Fantasy Faire in Grapevine Texas.
The Greenman Stage...fire performers, drummers, a band, good mead. We sat on a bench with his best friend, Charlie.
He put me on my knees in the dirt and held that chainmail collar. 'Do you know what this means?'
'I am yours'
He locked that collar around my neck and I kissed his (very dusty) boot.
I still belong to him. Always.
The Greenman Stage...fire performers, drummers, a band, good mead. We sat on a bench with his best friend, Charlie.
He put me on my knees in the dirt and held that chainmail collar. 'Do you know what this means?'
'I am yours'
He locked that collar around my neck and I kissed his (very dusty) boot.
I still belong to him. Always.