Ring & me:
For which, first & foremost, I must extend props to the Most Correct
blog known as Dirty Flaws ♡
Among recent discoveries among the internet ethers, of course I’d come across
another accessory bordering on the “untouchable” end of the spectrum…
I mean, first Le Petit Protector (thanks for the additional info, oh omniscient VJESCI).
And now this sublime “Fang” ring by Brett Westfall of Unholy Matrimony?!
Despite my scatter-shot land-mine of a memory, I can still recall Mr. Westfall lurking outside a boutique I managed, back in 2001. Cute, thin, and decidely of the “skater boy” ilk, he had samples of his line draped over an arm and for a good 15-20 minutes stood on the sidewalk, attempting to act all mad cazh with each furtive glance shot through the front window (punctuated with a flip of his dirty blond bangs, which I assumed was for dramatic effect).
I would remark, “‘Then poof!‘ he disappeared”—except that in the current context (translation: written by the über-poofter that I am), I can’t help but think a reader’s thoughts would veer towards certain inevitable double-entendres…
When that? That is not the case.
On the contrary, what I intend to say: I believe “extra-curricular” activities might have played a part in his no-show that afternoon. No-show until later, that is: when I begged/pleaded/pseudo-slyly coerced the shop’s owner to begin carrying his home-spun, (then) burgeoning line with the Goth-damaged name: Unholy Matrimony.