judee_sill raze i've forgotten the title of the article and the place it was published. so tracking it down now, years after i first found it, is all but impossible. what i remember is the testimony of a man who claimed to have had a one-night stand with her. she took him back to her place. whatever drugs they snorted or smoked or swallowed or shot into their veins had hallucinogenic properties. he saw her true form unfurled: a spider the size of the bed they were breathing on. he bolted and never looked back. i wish i'd been the one she picked up that night. i wouldn't have turned away. i would have said, "sing, spider. sing for me. sing me all the songs you're afraid to unfetter from the clenched fist of your throat." and maybe, after been held by someone who didn't shrink at the sight of her spinnerets, she would have lived a little longer. 260415 what's it to you? who go blather from