lewd and dark
I bear more of a resemblance to Vaughan, the "nightmare angel of the expressway" from J.G. Ballard's _Crash_, than I really wanted to confront.
The main difference is that he's obsessed with orchestrating death, that moment where a live body spatters across a dashboard in a pseudo-erotic tableaux of chaos...
And I'm obsessed with the moment where someone you love becomes so alien and transfigured, you can't feel their love again unless YOU cross that same transformative boundary.
lewd and dark
Death is pretty vulgar. I could never become a killer, except maybe for an exceptionally valid political cause, because after my dad died I made an explicit philosophical point, for my own sanity, of becoming really bored with death.
Turning someone totally alien and incomprehensible, on the other hand... corrosive to whatever stifling social circumstances forced the misery of a human superego onto them...
Never be misled. The original lavavixen Kincaid was a supervillain.
