Buster. Yes, that Buster…
I first met Buster back in early 1998. I was the Ventur-N leatherboy for 1997 and Bob de Jardine had set up an event down there that including a flogging demonstration with yours truly. I didn’t know it until I got to the bar down in Tucson, but Buster was the flogger.
Very hot.
I floated for weeks on end.
Soon after, we had both joined the Universal Brotherhood of the Leatherlords. Due to time constraints both of us left fairly soon after, but had regular occasions to keep up with each other.
I adore him and value his presence in my life very much. He is on the short list of the folks I missed most after moving away from the desert.
Buster has undergone quite a personal metamorphosis since I left Arizona. I am very happy to see it. He has had major epiphanies and faced his own inner demons, much in a way I have on my own path. It was such a joy to spend time with him this trip…
He has joined up with a group of fire spinners that meet with a drumming circle every first friday following the City of Phoenix Art Crawl. I caught a few neat night shots of his spinning (in those hot as fuck firemens pants!)
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