Distinguished judges, leather family and friends:
Tonight, Id like to share with you what it means to me to be a Leatherman. I dedicate these thoughts to the memory of Robert Davolt, and to all those whom we have loved and lost.
Rope, shackles, dungeon, sling.
Crack the whip or feel the sting,
Safe, consensual, sane and fun,
One for all, or all on one.
Slaves heart, Masters will,
Bound in service, forged in steel.
Mentors guidance, lovers care,
Warmth, compassion, always there.
Tom of Finland, Gold Coast Bar,
Old Guard, Harleys, lit cigar.
Soaked in history, drenched in sweat,
Leather Archives wont forget.
Leather souls, no longer here,
Feel their presence, always near.
Black and blue, white and red,
Leads our battles, drapes our dead.
Tailored hidesmy second skin,
But my leather lives within.
Now, as our year comes to a start,
Remember, its about the heart!
Cover, gauntlet, harness, glove,
Headspace, heartspace, heartbeat, love.
Thank you.