A photo from Halloween before last, where I attended (and DJ'd at) the Gothic Pride Seattle Halloween show as 'Bride of Frankenstein'. It took about an hour to get my hair teased up and pinned over a styrofoam cone to hold the shape, and once it was attached I actually had to open the moon roof of my car and hold my head at an angle so I could fit. As much as I've always identified as a "Vampire Girl" when it comes to favorite monsters, the actual literature of Frankenstein is, in my humble opinion, superior to Dracula. Both are good, but Frankenstein is enjoyable all on it's own with very little context, while Dracula takes a bit of immersion into the world and suspension of disbelief. The entire plot revolves around the mystery of discovery, but of course nowadays his name is synonymous with Vampire. But the tale of The Modern Prometheus, dreamed up by a woman who wanted to write a fantastical story rather than have another boring three-way, that holds its place in history and my heart and for that I say, Happy Birthday, Mary Shelley. You were one hell of a woman. <3