The Freudian Vagina Monster

Due to my own deeply Freudian psychological baggage, this was the creature that would prance out of my bedroom closet at midnight when I was a boy, to float horrifically above my bed, pink cape splayed between pale, stretched finger tips, and profusely vomit blood all over me. These days? The slippery slope, one thing leads to another, and somehow, I’ve ended up dating my own personal Dracula.

Via Warren Ellis