Name: Slymentra Hymen Instrument: Scissors Age: A woman never reveals her own age unless its a lie Date of birth: I don't celebrate birthdays, they're something I'd rather forget Home planet: Coelltisphere, A warrior queen zone Height: I tower above thee, when you're down on your knees spit shining my boots Weight: None of your business! Eye color: Green-eyed lady, eyes are the mirror of the soul Favorite color: The color of a freshly devoured body Favorite T.V show: Let The Tube Be Broken Favorite movies: Santa Sangre, The Fourth Man Favorite drink: The blood of a young boy Favorite sport: Man Juggling Favorite hobbies: Flesh kneading, setting traps for man's ruin, gossip, stealing your boyfriend, man hatred Last book read: The story of an eye, Georges Balalle. Recited to me by a young slave-boy who became too embarrassed to continue Last book written: Setting Myself Up To Fail; Total Ego Press 347BC Last raped orifice: My own Favorite celebrity: Mozart When I get mad: I simply displace my aggression on the nearest available whipping boy Dreams or goals: To heal the planet, but since that's a lost cause, to be on a planet of strong, independent women with no men around to cock-block me. Philosophy: A creature of terminal vanity, I love myself. What shames me: I don't understand the question On dates I like to: I wouldn't know - men never ask me out. My beauty and intelligence terrifies them. They fear an emotional and spiritual death at the thought of union. Cowards! Quote: "There is no better way to know death than to link it with a licentious image" My sponsor: "Full on Flow" Tampons Slymentra likes chopping off heads too - dickheads. She also has a few 'tips' of her own about who's boss.