Her darkness enshrouds every bit of her nature. From the ebony shine of her hair to the shimmering nail polish on her toenails. Her movement through the gyrating throng in the club could hardly be noticed; black satin dulled by the years of exposure. Indeed, if not for the pale of her skin and the stark glimmer of her blue eyes, one would assume she to be of the goth-culture the crowd around her subscribes to. Yes, it would be easy to mistake the girl-not-dancing as yet another misanthropic member which frequents the night scene of the venerable Limelight club. It is for this reason alone she stands now in the center of the dance floor, all alone. Continue reading