Bzz, bzz, goodbye hair.
I wanted to be the female Hindu Rasputin.
If I was a stripper, my stage name would be Troll Woman. I would carry a heavy wooden club as an accessory, but not so I might hump it lasciviously. My career would be short-lived due to the number of grievous head injuries.
This is me when I go out in public.
I want to live down, down at the bottom of a little green pool, very deep, still, and treacherous.
Every day. And it grows ever sweeter.
I will eat your testicles…
Harinama initiation, 2010
I’m the one in blue.