Exrixney is the only name that could begin to describe the more sensationally driven part of my personality. She is darker than I’d like to believe, and too curious for her own good, but she manages to maintain a civilized existence, only rearing her tumultuous head now and then to write or do something else outrageously risqué. Amongst her list of seriously evil influences, Jim Morrison and Anne Rice seem to hold court along with an occasional red headed slut, and quite possibly the Morningstar, himself (or at least that’s what I like to call him.)
