that dark-haired girl: Rachel, 1000 years old and made out of bats, magnet for loose change. Jewish, writer, archivist and librarian. Green-eyed grad student. I like red lipstick, arguing, and flashing too much ankle, and my dream house is someplace near water. I write for myself more than anything else - fiction and poetry and as of late, a series of research papers on the role of prostitutes in 19th century America, and an MA thesis on sexual violence under the Third Reich.

I occupy other places far more often than this one. Find me if you can.