Colt Lee likes his life at Foxy and Sherifox´s all right, though he misses his mom and his dog. He´s aware that Foxy makes leather products in the small room that´s dominated by a nude picture of Sherifox in her 20s; he doesn´t think too much about it. He´s focused on bass fishing and racecars.
As for other family members who are aware of Foxy and Sherifox´s off-kilter hobbies, some disapprove. Sherifox´s sister and mother, who are extremely religious, no longer accept her lifestyle or her paganism, she says. Foxy´s sister in Connecticut and her children no longer speak to them either. ¨I accept them for their differences, and it hurts that they can´t accept me,¨ Sherifox says.
C. STILES
Don Quietmaster LAC
Foxy and Sharon Davis lead a ponyplay workshop in a Sheraton Suites conference room in Fort Lauderdale.
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Some neighbors are similarly skeptical.
¨They do that right across the street from my house?¨ one asked after hearing a brief explanation of ponyplay over the phone. ¨I did not know that Foxy was doing that weird stuff. I´m not kidding. I know he has horses. I knew he was doing those sex toys. But he´s gotten weirder and weirder. Now he´s into dressing up like a goddamned horse?¨
Another neighbor found it comical. ¨Hey, whatever floats anybody´s bubble,¨ he said. ¨I don´t care, but I don´t play them kinda games.¨ Social rejection isn´t the only trouble with the ponyplay lifestyle. On a horseback ride through the Ocala National Forest, around the lake and to the prairie, Sherifox talks about friends whom she´s lost to drugs and about the stresses of promoting a fetish while trying to live a normal life.
When Foxy started designing ponyplay accessories and selling them at events a couple of years ago, their popularity quickly grew. So too did the demand for the couple´s presence at the events, as pony gear sells better with a face attached, especially Sherifox´s.
The truth is, though, Sherifox isn´t big on exhibitionism anymore. Her days as a stripper cured her of it, and now she prefers the camaraderie of people who know her best. She can get on just fine without the BDSM youngsters, but she can see that Foxy takes an interest in them. Curious about their lives, Foxy has no problem approaching the strangest-looking person in a room -- the girl with piercings all over her face and black hair spiked to the ceiling. And everybody loves the original cracker cowboy, Sherifox says.
She has always been slightly unsure of herself, she says. In high school, she was head cheerleader and dated a popular football player, but she never believed she was pretty. She wishes she could be more like Foxy, she says, guiding her horse toward the pond. He´s got true confidence. He doesn´t seem to care what anybody thinks of him.
Sherifox and Foxy made a pact that if the fetish community´s events ever came between them or got somebody jealous, they would drop out. They have an agreement that at every event, Foxy will play with Sherifox before he plays with anyone else, and he has always honored that. They make an effort to go out and do normal things during the fetish-party weekends, like visiting museums and stopping for picnic lunches. These activities remind Sherifox when she´s on the road that the fetish stuff is just for kicks. A game. A fantasy.
Their reality, of course, is here in Ocklawaha.
¨We´re just like anybody -- a normal couple,¨ Sherifox insists. ¨We get up and drink our coffee. We work hard. We walk to the barn holding hands.¨
