I was never a client but loved her as a most trusted friend, and sister in some respects.
Miki offered to put me up when I was kicked out of my own house.... taught me some things about life and the hobby when I was ignorant, and stubborn... listened when I babbled about other ladies...gave me advice when I was too pig headed, or blind to hear the truth... supported me through very difficult times,... made me laugh when laughing didn't seem like an option.... kicked my ass when it needed it... went out of her way always....
Miki was a very dear friend, a sister of sorts, and in all ways a kindred spirit. It would surprise many that I was never a client. I was NOT, yet we were as close as two could be without the physical bond. Miki made me laugh my ass off, and told me when I fucked up in NO uncertain terms. You knew where you stood with Miki. She invited me over whenever I got anywhere NEAR her place, and would always say, "so Smegs, when R you gonna fuck me"? "Am I going to remain the only girl in NY that hasn't fucked you"?
I counseled her too on occasion, knowing that she could be a polarizing figure at times. Yes, Miki made some enemies along the way, but the best always do. She loved her brothers, and sisters "in crime" in the hobby, and laughed at the euphemisms like "provider", and "hobbyist". Her humor was unique, and sick like mine on occasion. She would often say, "I'm a fucking WHORE, not a "provider"!
She was the "grande dame" of the NYC hobby scene for the last 3-4 years, and helped newbies, and gave BRUTALLY honest advice to girls starting out.
On the face of it, Miki and I had very little in common, but it was cool how close we became philosophically, and on so many, many levels.
I'm proud to have known her, and called her friend. I will miss her in so many ways. She was at peace the last few weeks, and could laugh until the end.
Be well, and in peace Michelle, you are MISSED, and always will be! God Bless you!