The Criminologist
The Dry Narrator of a Damp and Twisted Night
Documenting the absurdity, one dispassionate footnote at a time.
A lifetime of leather-bound case studies prepared me for many things—but not this. Not the corsetry, not the spontaneous choreography, certainly not the interdimensional seduction tactics. I suppose one applauds the empirical rigor of Frank-N-Furter’s experiments, though I’ll maintain six-inch heels are hardly conducive to proper gait analysis. My lecture notes now resemble grocery lists for madness, but a scholar observes, never intervenes. (Though I did discreetly adjust the lab’s pH balance. Just a touch.)
What I'm Into: Criminology lectures gone rogue, Fishnets and mayhem, Deconstructing rock operas, Rocky Horror's chaos theory, Theatre of the damned
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