| Real Name: Victoria a.k.a. "the Photographer" |
| Age: Old enough to know |
| Hometown: San Antonio in the Republic of Texas |
| Height: 5'9"... 6'5" in appropriate footwear. |
| Weight: Oddly enough, I can't remember. |
| Measurements: 36DD of pure, cornfed Tejas hoo-ha (plus tinsel). The rest is gravy. |
| Occupation: Sexploitationist Extraordinaire and Professional Leisure King. |
| Currently enticing men in what City?: Seathell, Warshington |
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| Favourite Power Tool: My genius wit |
| Pets: One violent, evil, mocking parrot. |
| Turn Ons: Big belt buckles, the Mississippi River, glasses, Otis Redding, old cars brought back from the dead. |
| Turn Offs: Excessive alcoholism, excessive tattoos, excessive hairiness, hippies, liberals and crackheads (I shouldn't talk about my boyfriend behind his back like this.) |
| Favourite Group: The McLaughlin Group? AA Meetings? Group Sex? What kinda group we talkin' here? Oh, rock group. How 'bout the Stones, the Stooges, and every single band on Sympathy, especially the Oblivians. This week anyway. |
| Favourite Saying/Cliche: "It's better to rule in Hell than serve in Heaven" - Milton |
| Favourite Movie: A Clockwork Orange |
| Favourite TV Show: The Beverly Hillbillies |
| Favourite Cartoon: Chuck Jones is the original sicko. |
| Favourite Comic Book/Fanzine: "Cadavera," a comic by filmmaker John Michael McCarthy and soon to be motion picture, is GENIUS. Then there's "Reid Fleming: World's Toughest Milkman." As for Fanzines, I'm currently partial to "Multiball" and Seattle-based "Mansplat." Although, there's so much out there yet unexplored. |
| Favourite Candy: Rock |
| Favourite Cocktail: Molotov |
| Last Meal before execution: 6 rounds at Luby's Cafeteria and all the free lemonade refills I could ever want. |
| What it means to be a Sympathy Sweetheart: A date every Friday night for the rest of my life. |
| Who I would like to meet(Dead or Alive): P.T. Barnum, Jung and Freud (at the same time), Bill Eggleston |
| Ultimate Dream: You know, the one where you're lying in bed and the person you're in love with flies through the window and hovers over you. How 'bout the one where you find 10 million dollars lying on the sidewalk. Or the one where you're driving for 16 hours through a dark, desert landscape and suddenly you fly off a cliff but you don't die. Truly, I just want to impress 100% of the people 100% of the time. |
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